Thursday, November 1, 2012

Maggie Lyons, Dewi and the Seeds of Doom

Author name: Maggie Lyons        
Book Title: Dewi and the Seeds of Doom
Publisher: MuseItUp Publishing
Buy link: MuseItUp Publishing (e-book) and Halo Publishing International (paperback).

Please tell us about yourself with the following favorites:
Food? Paella, mussels, venison steak, rabbit pie
Drink (non-alcoholic)? water
Flower? Water lily
Day of the week? Saturday. I was born on a Saturday. “Saturday’s child has far to go” is the old saying and it has been a long haul for me!
Time of day to write? Depends when the muse comes calling.
Place to write? Anywhere quiet and warm.
Season? Spring in Virginia; summer in the south of France; fall in New England; winter in the Caribbean.
Holiday?  All holidays are great.
Color? Terra cotta
Animal?  otter
Hobby? piano
Sport? Anything you can sit down to do.
Song? Anything classical or gypsy music
TV show? Downton Abbey, The Commander, Foyle’s War (BBC TV series), All Creatures Great and Small
Movie? Too many to list, but they include Alfred Hitchcock’s Marnie and The Birds, and every version of the many dramatizations of Jane Austen’s novels, Winds of War, Rabbit-Proof Fence, I’m All Right, Jack, Bedazzled, Hopscotch, Whale Rider, The Life of Brian, Barry Lyndon, etc., etc.
Book? Too many to list, but Jane Gardam’s Old Filth and Jerry Spinelli’s Maniac Magee are recently read favorites.
Author? Too many to list, but they include Jane Gardam, Jerry Spinelli, Roald Dahl, Gary Paulsen, and Suzanne Collins
Word? Too many to list, but they include serenity, curiosity, adventuresome, and moxie.
I’ve learned … that opportunities are never lost;
someone will take the ones you miss.
—Andy Rooney

Now some easy one-word answers:
Coffee or tea? Ginger tea
Veggies or fruit? Avocado pear
Cat or dog? goat
Plot or not? plot
Desktop or laptop? desktop
Pencil or pen?  Keyboard, but if you insist: pen
Rain or sun? sun
Mountains or ocean? Mountains by the sea
Plane or train? High-speed train
Car or motorcycle? Lamborghini
Run or walk? Power walk
Casual or dressy? Dressed to kill
Indoors or outdoors? A Dalwhinnie by the fire in winter; lily gardening in the summer
Reading: EBook or paperback? paperback
Reading: Short story or novels? Gems of either genre
Theater or rental? Live theater is a thrill, but rental is more practikill.
Vampire or shifter? Ectoplasm
Horror or romance? Anything that makes me turn the pages.

Tell us about your new/latest release:

Title: Dewi and the Seeds of Doom
Genre: middle-grade adventure

Blurb: When Dewi is clobbered by a falling rat, the nosy Welsh dragon snoops his way into a challenging predicament. Helped by a toad with a passion for chemical wart cures, Dewi discovers that a megalomaniac baron is secretly breeding mutant corn at an unfriendly castle. To thwart the genetically modified-corn baron’s sickening plan, he must use moxie and firepower in a series of catastrophe-skirting capers.

Short Excerpt: 
Peering from side to side and looking over his shoulder every now and then, Dewi trotted on tiptoes down a corn row to the back of the greenhouse, where he found two boxes of corn kernels. One box was labeled “Cornus normalus picked today” and the other was labeled “Cornus ghastly messus picked today.” Dewi scooped up a few kernels from each box and put them in his knapsack. He was halfway back to the door when he heard footsteps coming toward the greenhouse. One foot dragged along the ground and the other clunked in a weird tango: sch—schlep—schlep—clunk, sch—schlep—schlep—clunk. Dewi crouched behind the corn. A lopsided shape lurched through the doorway. It belonged to a hunchbacked dwarf who was talking to himself.
“Peegor, fetch that test tube. Peegor, did you throw that dead rat out? Peegor, did you fan the corn? I swear that old fart will be the death of me. I’ve a good mind to quit right now. I don’t care if his royal pain-in-the-neckness threatens to stuff me full of rat tails. I wish you’d rot, Baron Snot. Ha-de-ha-ha!” The dwarf raised a leg as if he were about to kick someone in the rear end, or worse. Then he wobbled and fell over.
After muttering a few fantastically rude words, he picked himself up, limped to a faucet, and filled a watering can. He began to water the first row of corn, hobbling down one side and up the next. Still crouching behind the second row of corn, Dewi breathed in to make himself thinner. The dwarf was getting closer. Dewi held his breath. This wasn’t easy, because a bee had landed on his nose. He crossed his claws and tried not to sneeze.
The dwarf was only seconds away when the bee flew off the dragon’s nose. As he followed the bee out of the corner of his eye, Dewi noticed a plant pot right behind his tail. Quiet as a snowflake, he picked up the pot and threw it as far from the greenhouse door as he could. It smashed through a pane of glass at the end of the building. The dwarf dropped his watering can and schlep-clunked at top speed down the corn row toward the broken glass. He was so close when he rushed by that Dewi could smell three-day-old blood pudding and onions on his breath.


  1. Thank you, Penny, for letting me be your guest today.

  2. I like holidays, too! Cute excerpt!

  3. Such a cute book cover. : ) Enjoyed reading the favorites and one word answers.