Lilly and Thomas, Throne Of Pidl

plot twist, epic fantasy, page turner, made me cry

Synopsis:

This is a book about two children, Lilly and Thomas (brother and sister) who are sent to their

aunt's house in London to stay while their mother has surgery. She hired a coach taxi to take

them, but little did she know that the coachman was sinister and had plans to kidnap the children.

He was taking them to the magical land called Pidl to turn them over to an evil empress who

uses children for slaves. She offers rewards for all children who are turned over to her. So, 

the coachman knows he will receive a bounty that will be double because he has two children.


Lilly and Thomas manage to escape and run to a forest for safety where they meet a stranger 

who promises to help them get back home. He warns them, "once you are in, you can never 

get back out!" He has the magical power to help them. They must decide to believe him and 

go deeper into the forest, or stay in that spot.


Once they are out and safe, they look for the one who can guide and protect them. From this

point on the adventures begin. There is another kidnapping, a war, and a strong lesson of love and

the value of family is learned. I know you'll love this book. 

About the Author:

Terri L. Doutrich holds many certificates and has attended many schools such as Harrisburg Area Community College, Pennsylvania State University, and Crisis Counseling/Advocacy Clinical where she was assigned to the Emergency Room as a Rape Crisis Advocate. After attending Creative Writing classes at Oxford University she decided to write young adult fiction.


She lives in Mechanicsburg, Pennsylvania with her family and pets and continues to write, which she loves. She has written many self-help books but admits fiction is her passion. Lilly and Thomas, Throne of Pidl is her debut novel and is the first in a series.

Format : ebook

Page Count : 248

Excerpt:

 


 

The house at nmber Three, Old Watling Street, is where a very special boy and girl live. Unknown to the children, their destiny is about to unfold. They were chosen to fulfill a Divine prophecy that only the pure of heart can complete. They had no idea that their lives would soon be altered and never be the same again.

  The house where they live is near the end of a cobblestone road that runs through the center of a quaint little town that people call Canterbury. The town is well-known for its shops and smiling faces that you can find there at any given time of the day. Violet’s Hat Shop, Sam the Shoemaker, and Farbit’s Bakery are just a few of the stores that people love to visit. Ladies try on big fluffy hats while their husbands step next door to buy delicious scones and cream-filled pastries. Afterwards, they rest on park benches and watch the children play. The children are quite amusing as they swing high up into the air, and climb tall structures, and then sail down slides as giggles fill the air. The park is always full at any given time of the day. It stretches from one end of the neighborhood to the other. And people often walk their pets on a path made especially for them. The town's old cathedral, which dates back to the fifteenth century, sits in the background of it all with open doors and invites people in to pray. It’s a charming town, one filled with many blessings.

  Elizabeth, the children’s mother, did her best to provide a loving home. She cooked their favorite meals, cleaned the house, took care of errands, and did all things that mothers do in order to give their children a proper upbringing. Times were hard, food became scarce and bills went unpaid as the country slipped deeper into a depression. She tried to manage with the little they had, but there were times when it just wasn’t enough, and she struggled to get by.

  Quite often she would sit at the kitchen table and listen to the news on the radio. Even though it depressed her, Elizabeth still believed all would be well. Her faith never wavered. After she finished her chores she went into the kitchen and turned one radio that sat at the end of a wooden table near the window. She listened to a static-sounding voice talk of bombs exploding over Northern England, and heard detailed reports of villages being burned and pulverized. She decided to ignore the voice and have a cup of tea instead. She took the kettle from the back burner of the stove and filled it with water from the spigot. After resting it on the burner again, she struck a matchstick and held it close to light the flame. Her eyes gazed at the ice box as she thought about what to give the children for dinner. The handle was cold in her hand as she pulled open the icebox door to take a peek inside. Leftovers from last night’s dinner sat in the middle of a shelf, and tonight it would be the children’s dinner again. The whistling kettle signaled her that it was now time for tea. After pouring the bubbling water into the painted teapot that sat in the middle of the table, she got comfortable in her chair. She poured herself a cup of steaming tea and felt its warmth rush over her face as she took a sip. She dreamingly gazed out the window as thoughts of her children drifted through her mind. Little did she know that their lives were about to change, forever.

  As she began to focus on how she was going to pay the bills for the next month, the ringing of the phone caught her attention. Her hands, still moist from the steaming teacup, fumbled over her apron to wipe them dry. She pressed the phone to her ear as the voice at the other end became familiar. She recognized it immediately. It was her doctor. His words began to penetrate her ear as he read the results of her tests. She suddenly found it hard to breathe and her stomach knotted. The phone trembled in her hand, and the hair outlining her face became soaked with tears.

  “Yes, I’ll be there Monday morning, first thing. I need to get this over with. I have put this off far too long. I’ll see you then. Thank you,” she answered, as she took another deep breath.

  The phone she once enjoyed when she wanted to talk to loved ones and friends was now the bearer of bad news. After blotting her face with her apron, she pressed her finger on the cradle to disconnect, and then dialed her sister. Now, safe plans had to be made for the children. And her sister was the perfect one to care for them.

  “Penelope, I just had a call from the doctor. It’s bad news. He said the stomach ulcer I used to have has come back, and if I don’t go and have it removed it will kill me. The surgery has been scheduled for this Monday. Could you mind the children while I go? It would be such a great help to me and I would not worry so much knowing that they are with you.”

  “Of course, dear. Don’t you worry, everything will be just fine, you’ll see. I would be delighted to have them.”            

  Elizabeth felt great comfort knowing that her children would be safe and well cared for with her sister, and it eased her mind. Next, transportation had to be arranged, something safe and reliable. She paused for a minute, and then walked to the desk in the corner of the hall. It seemed to take hours, but she knew by the hands on the clock near the foot of the stairs that it had only been a few minutes, even though the few short steps down the hall seemed to take an eternity.

  The desk chair made a grating sound when she slid it across the wooden floor. She sat as images of children drifted through her mind and the life they would have if something were to happen to her. The possibility of something going wrong raced through her mind. She imagined Lilly and Thomas without her. They had already lost their father and now possibly they would lose her, too, and it tore her apart inside. The words of the doctor echoed in her mind, “We need to remove it immediately. If we don’t, you will die!” The stress of caring for the children, struggling to pay the bills, and trying to provide a loving and proper upbringing was bound to cause this to happen someday. Deep in her heart, she always knew this day would come. Tears started to trickle down her cheeks again as she rested her elbows on the desk and buried her face in her hands. She gazed at the coat rack that stood in the corner of the hall and looked at Thomas's hat that rested on the top spike, just above Lilly’s sweater. Her heart felt heavy with this a new burden. Pushing her fear aside, she began searching for the phone number of the coach taxi by rummaging through a pile of papers that were shoved into a slot in the corner of the desk.

  The air was crisp on this Friday afternoon. A gentle breeze rustled through the treetops making the leaves    sway in perfect harmony. The sun lit up the streets and cast its brilliance that reflected shadows of people on the sidewalks as they passed by. If you gazed down the street at this particular time of the day you would see two children walking in the distance, one quite tall and the other very short. Twelve-year-old Thomas towered over his little sister. He always felt that he was in charge since she was only eight. Walking home from school together was their normal routine every day. Thomas liked to take the shortcut, but his sister always insisted that they take the long way so she could look in the toy store window. She never won though.

  Thomas watched as she playfully danced around in front of him spinning in circles, making her skirt puff out.

  “I swear, do you have to twirl your skirt like that? If you keep that up your petticoat is going to show!” His voice was demanding and he shook his head in disgust.

  Lilly kept spinning making her skirt puff out even more. Her eyes sparkled back at him and she smiled.

  “I feel like a princess!” she answered.

  “Please, try not to twirl it so high, okay?”

Lilly nodded, and then took her place beside her brother.

  “You know something, you sounded just like daddy.”

  A pang of hurt twisted in Thomas's stomach as he remembered their father. A year had passed since their dad died in the war. Thomas was determined to fill his dad’s shoes as man of the house, but it was a hard job. Even though Thomas thought he was old enough to do it, he still couldn’t match up.     

 “I thought I told you long ago not to mention dad!”

Thomas walked faster, speeding ahead of his sister. Her footsteps stomped behind in a run. She finally caught up and then elbowed his side. She poked him in the ribs, and then gave him a hardy, mischievous giggle.

 “Hey! You little stinker!” he laughed.

  Thomas nudged her back as he gently leaned against her shoulder.

  They kept laughing and poking each other until they reached the sidewalk in front of their house. Thomas pushed Lilly aside and rushed in ahead of her. When he glanced into the parlor, he saw his mother sitting in an overstuffed chair, staring out the window. There was something about her gaze he didn't like. His books slid from his hands and thumped onto the desk in the hall. He curiously walked into the parlor as Lilly trailed behind. Elizabeth heard the door open and the clatter of footsteps. As she turned to see who it was, two of her favorite people shuffled into the parlor.

  “Mommy, why are you sitting there like that?” asked Lilly. 

 “I'd like to talk to both of you. Please come and sit down. I have something very important to tell you.”

  Thomas’s thick, dark curly bangs fanned across his forehead, almost preventing him from seeing. He fixed his eyes on his mother as he walked across the room. Both children sat on the edge of the sofa and nervously waited. Thomas became jittery. His feet shuffled as he sat, and his fingers fumbled inside his hands. He remembered the last time he saw that look on his mother’s face; it was when she told them that their dad would not be coming home, and that was something they never wanted to have to deal with, ever again.