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First Chapter of The Princess Who Knew the Truth

Una's story isn't one I planned to write. Edmund Spenser didn't give her a backstory in the original Faerie Queene , so when I was first writing George's book (lo, those many years ago) I didn't know who she was as a person. My writing group, the Inkhearts, pushed me to find out.  Once I started writing this novella I realized just how amazing Una is. She may not be a warrior like some of the other heroines in the Faerie Queen series (yes, Britomart, I see you), but that makes it all the more impressive that she takes up a quest like this, armed only with her sharp wits, her clear knowledge of truth and lies, and her unstoppable determination.  Part Arthurian adventure and part fairy tale, Una's story releases August 1, 2026 in paperback and ebook format. Ages 10 and up. Find it here:  The Princess Who Knew the Truth And now, for your enjoyment, the first chapter! ***** The queen rubbed her stomach through the thick brocade of her dress and peered around the doo...

First Chapter of George, the Shield, and the Veiled Lady

Since George's book is coming out July 1st, I wanted to share the first chapter! How do you think George is going to do against the dragon? Find the book here:  Amazon.com: George, the Shield, and the Veiled Lady (Faerie Queen Book 1) eBook : McConaughy, Kathryn: Kindle Store ***** George was humming a little tune to himself as he cleaned out the goat pen. That’s been sixteen buckets, he thought. Another nine buckets and I’ll be done. Some people might have complained about the smell of goat, but George kind of liked it. Or, at least, he liked the goats, and it would have been rude to like the goats but then to complain about their smell. Friends don’t complain about how friends smell. The oldest goat butted him gently on the hip. “Easy, Nanny!” He reached down to rub the funny little swirl of hair on her neck. Mother called that kind of mark a Faerie kiss, but George wasn’t sure that a Faerie would kiss a goat. The Fae in sister Ivy’s stories sounded much too high-and-mighty. Even...