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Wednesday, July 26, 2017

Author Columbkill Noonan Guest Post: I Smell….Horses? + giveaway

I Smell….Horses? 

“I Smell Sheep” puts me in mind of a farm, and hooved animals, which, as the proud mama of a darling rescue horse named Mittens, made me think, of course, of horses. Which means that I will now share with ewe a hilariously terrible story that happened just yesterday, involving me and Mittens and a river.

Mittens, you see, loves to swim. And as it has been unbearably hot here, we thought it would be great fun to ride down to the river. Here is a picture of me and Mittens (not yesterday, but another, less eventful day) enjoying the lovely cool water.

Now, Mittens has recently developed a habit of laying down in the water. With me on her. It’s hysterical. I get dunked, she gets to cool down, and it’s all great fun. Until it’s not. Here’s how it went down yesterday:
Mittens: “Ima lay down now, ok, Ma?”
Me: “Maybe not right here, Mittens. It’s a bit rocky, and way too deep…”
Mittens (laying down anyway): “What? Did you say something? Oh boy, this water feels great!”
Me: (Splash/Splutter/Gasp). “Mittens! What did I just say!”
Mittens: (Rolling). “Ahhhhhh.”
Ok, so everything’s fine. I’m soaked to my neck, but since it’s 100 billion degrees outside I’m ok with that. The problem is that I rode her bareback, so getting back on is proving to be a problem.
Me: (trying to lead Mittens across the river over to a rock that I can climb on in order to be high enough to scramble onto her back.)
Mittens: “Where are we going? Over here? No? Over here? Ack, I’m tripping all over myself!”
(Random guy on kayak pauses upriver, taking pictures.)
Me: “Well, that’s creepy”.
Mittens: “Ewww.”
Me: “Can you please watch where you put your feet? You’re stepping on me.”
Mittens: “I’m incredibly excited for no reason and I can’t see my feet.”
Me: “Ok, but if you just slow down and follow me…”
Mittens: “How about if I just go faster and change direction repeatedly with no warning?”
Me: “Mittens, you are standing on my foot.”
Mittens: “Ok, I’ll just stand right here then.”
Mittens: “Wanna cuddle?”
Me: (falls over backwards, head goes under water, foot stays firmly planted under Mitten’s hoof whilst the rest of me goes in every other direction, brain yells ‘Ima die, Ima die, Ima die’.)
Me (again, sitting up in the river now): “Ack. Ow. OW!”
Mittens: “What? Something wrong? Hmmmm?”
Random kayak guy, floating by, waves happily. I wave back, standing on one foot, smiling as much as is possible when one’s foot has just been broken and one has just nearly drowned, because, you know, politeness.
Me: “Mittens, I think you broke my foot.”
Mittens: “Huh? Yeah, can you hurry up please? I want my dinner now.”
Me: “Argh.”
Mittens: “Oooh, are those treats in your pocket? I LOVE treats!”
So now I’m in a stupid-looking boot for several weeks, and can’t ride, or do yoga, or pretty much anything. And it’s the most absurd set of circumstances; one that made the x-ray tech burst out in a gleeful cackle of laughter. “Oh!” she says. “That is the best story! So much better than the lady yesterday who dropped a can of beans on her foot. You win for best broken foot story! You win ALL the stories!” 

Which brings us right round to “Barnabas Tew and the Case of the Missing Scarab”. Barnabas (along with his assistant Wilfred) often finds himself in ridiculous situations like this, that spiral out of control with one comedic error after another. In a way, Mittens and I ARE Wilfred and Barnabas. So, if you found this story amusing, you will probably also like Barnabas’ shenanigans.

Will I take Mittens swimming again? Of course! She loves it, and she didn’t mean to smoosh my foot. Will I be more careful of where her hooves are, in relation to my own feet? I hope so!

The true moral of the story, of course, is this: if ewe are kayaking in the woods and ewe see someone getting stomped on by a 1,200 lb animal and being knocked over and generally experiencing a near-death occurrence, it’s best to just float on by, silently smiling and waving and taking pictures.
Mittens, pre-foot stomping, with her lovely new ‘do.

by Columbkill Noonan
July 26, 2017 
Genre: Mystery/Mythology 
Number of pages: 273
Word Count: 84,467
Cover Artist: Adobe Stock/Lynea/Soqoqo
Baker Street isn’t the only place in town
Barnabas Tew is a private detective struggling to make a go of it in Victorian London.

Fearing that he is not as clever as he had hoped to be, he is riddled with anxiety and plagued by a lack of confidence brought on in no small part by his failure to prevent the untimely deaths of several of his clients. Matters only get worse when Anubis, the Egyptian god of the dead, is referred to Barnabas by a former client (who perished in a terribly unfortunate incident which was almost certainly not Barnabas’ fault). Anubis sends for Barnabas (in a most uncivilized manner) and tells him that the scarab beetle in charge of rolling the sun across the sky every day has been kidnapped, and perhaps dismembered entirely.

The land of the dead is in chaos, which will soon spill over into the land of the living if Barnabas (together with his trusty assistant, Wilfred) cannot set matters to right.

Pulled from his safe and predictable (if unremarkable) life in Marylebone, Barnabas must match his wits against the capricious and dangerous Egyptian gods in order to unravel the mystery of the missing beetle and thereby save the world.

“You see,” said Anubis, “Khepre has gone missing. Are you familiar with Khepre?”

Barnabas shook his head.

“Khepre is our scarab beetle. He is responsible for rolling Ra across the sky every morning and then down beneath the earth every night. Without Khepre the sun cannot move. The sun will no longer rise and set as it should.”

“That is why it is so hot in here?” ventured Barnabas, proud of his deductive skills. He had noticed almost immediately how very bright the light was in this place and that the air was intolerably stuffy.

“Exactly,” said Anubis. “And if this continues for much longer, the heat and the constant daylight will spill out onto the mortal world. There will be famine and death and chaos. You can see that this must not happen.”

“Of course,” agreed Barnabas. “That sounds perfectly dreadful.”

“Dreadful, indeed,” said Anubis. “That is the task that I have for you. You must find Khepre for us. The fate of the world depends upon it.”

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Columbkill Noonan has an M.S. in Biology (she has, in turn, been a field biologist, an environmental compliance inspector, and a lecturer of Anatomy and Physiology).

When she's not teaching or writing, she can usually be found riding her rescue horse, Mittens, practicing yoga (on the ground, in an aerial silk, on a SUP board, and sometimes even on Mittens), or spending far too much time at the local organic, vegan market.

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  1. Congrats and best of luck on your new release.

  2. Love the cover, it definitely made me want to read more about the book.

    1. Thanks, it's about a Victorian detective who rather unexpectedly gets whisked off to the afterlife of Ancient Egypt, and all sorts of shenanigans ensue. It's available now on Amazon.

  3. Sounds like an interesting read.

  4. LOL What a story. Hope the foot feels better. I can sympathies with you. It's never fun to have a horse stop or stand on your foot.

    Congrats on the new release!

  5. I loved your story about Mittens and I can't wait to read your book!

  6. Love the Mittens!! Congrats on your new release!!

  7. Sorry about your foot. you made me laugh though

  8. Congrats on your book! I loved reading about your horse Mittens.

  9. Thanks to all of you! Your comments made my day :)

  10. I love your inclusion of Egyptian mythology into your writing! I have been a fan of everything related to it since I was about twelve years old. I can thank the PBS television show "Reading Rainbow" and its spotlight on the book 'Mummies by Aliki' for that!

  11. I would like to give thanks for all your really great writings, including Barnabas Tew and the Case of the Missing Scarab. I wish the best in keeping up the good work in the future.