Clemency Pogue: Fairy Killer

by JT Petty, Will Davis (Illustrator)

Overview

Clemency Pogue is a good listener, which is why she knows what to do when a malicious fairy attacks her in the woods. Remembering an incident from Peter Pan, she cries out, "I don't believe in fairies!" Unfortunately, she utters those words seven times before the fairy falls down dead, and a hobgoblin pops up to inform her that six other fairies have been slain as well. After Clem inadvertently utters the hobgoblin's secret name, placing him in her power, the two set off into the world to find the fairies' true names and bring them back to life.

Product Details

ISBN-13:	9781442430976
Publisher:	Simon & Schuster Books For Young Readers
Publication date:	04/18/2011
Series:	Clemency Pogue Series
Pages:	128
Sales rank:	729,203
Product dimensions:	5.00(w) x 8.00(h) x 0.30(d)
Age Range:	8 - 12 Years

About the Author

JT Petty is the author of Clemency Pogue: Fairy Killer and The Squampkin Patch: A Nasselrogt Adventure. He is also a director and screenwriter for movies and video games. His film Soft for Digging was an Official Selection of the Sundance Film Festival. He received a Game Developers Choice Award for his work on the bestselling video game Splinter Cell. JT lives in Brooklyn, New York. Visit his Web site at www.pettyofficial.com.

Will Davis has an animation background, with experience working as a storyboard artist on television shows and commercials. He also illustrated Clemency Pogue: Fairy Killer. Will lives in Pensacola, Florida.

Read an Excerpt

Chapter One

Clemency Pogue was a child who listened to the stories she was told. It was a quality that saved her life once, and started her on a great adventure.

These stories were spun for Clem by her parents, who were good, kind, and creative people. Unfortunately they worked far away in the mansion of a very rich, very fancy man on the other side of the forest. In the gray of every morning they would march off to work, leaving Clem to her own devices until twilight time, when they would rush back home, her father carrying the evening's meal, her mother percolating with richly embellished stories distilled from the day's events.

"We met a polo player today with a face longer than his horse," she would say, or, "This afternoon the millionaire's nephew was pushed into a river by the lady he was courting. The young man was kidnapped by beavers and ended up as part of a dam. The millionaire is waiting until tomorrow to pull the boy out because the fishing on the other side of the dam is so good."

As Clem's mom unraveled these tales, her father would prepare the meal he had brought home, piling cornucopious gobs of savories and sweets onto the big wooden kitchen table. During dinner Clem would describe what discoveries and imaginations had occupied her day.

"Today," she would say, "I made cold sassafras tea that was sweeter than makes sense. So sweet, so sweet that when I left it alone, it was overwhelmed by its own sweetness. It bubbled and fizzed and could very well change the world."

After supper, from huge earthen mugs, they would drink steaming hot cider or tea or chocolate, and Clem's dad would sift through one of the many old and good stories he knew.

Her dad's stories were far too fantastic and sensible to have taken place in the world we take for granted. He told the old stories like Peter Pan and Wendy. He told stories that he made up as he went along like The Epic of Gilbert and His Ambulatory Tub. He told stories that were combinations of the two, mongrel tales like The Tragi-Comic Blinding of Three Mice.

The steam from her hot chocolate rising to tickle the cuddle of her chin, Clem sat listening to her dad:

"...and as soon as Wendy had spoken, Tinkerbell dropped dead. Dead as a gossamer-winged doorknob.

"'What have I done?' cried Wendy.

"'You've killed her, you brute!' said Peter. His shadow covered its eyes in horror.

"'But how?' she asked.

"'Why, you disbelieved her to death.' Peter explained, 'Fairies are strong, but such delicate things. Not too much more than intentions with wings.'"

Clemency listened, and a good thing, too.

Copyright © 2005 by JT Petty