This one has been in the works for months, and the story involved has been edited again and again. I think you’ll like the final result. It will become available Saturday. I still can’t talk about it and have no promotional materials to offer, but I can share an excerpt to whet your appetite.
Toto barked at the witch like a maniac, but mercifully, didn’t try to escape Dorothy’s grasp. The broomstick competed with Dorothy’s legs as to which could shake faster and harder. If the monkeys didn’t arrive soon, Glinda would grab Dorothy and send her back home. Dorothy could try to ride the broomstick back to Wicked’s castle, where she knew the monkeys were sure to take her if they’d ever show up. But she’d never ridden a broomstick before. What if she fell – or worse, dropped Toto?
At once, Glinda, the Scarecrow, the Tin Woodsman, the Lion, and the colorful, friendly, and terrified citizens of the Emerald City, looked up. There was nothing to see, not yet, but a multitude of chattering voices, the gibbering of monkeys and the fluttering of a congregation of wings was getting closer. Wicked’s flying monkeys were arriving, and there were a lot of them.
Glinda leapt toward Dorothy, but the girl wielded the now energized broomstick like a sword, poking the witch between her two modest breasts. Repelled by the dark magic, Glinda staggered backward.
Frantically imploring her fuzzy saviors, Dorothy stared upward as a thousand swarming specters blocked the sunlight above. The horde of flying monkeys descended, all thick gray fur, their wings of coordinating colors looking too small to lift their ponderous weight, but managing nicely anyway. The fez on each one’s head matched their short jackets of turquoise and scarlet, trimmed elegantly with golden yellow. Their eyes glowed with frightening malevolence for everyone in the Emerald City. Everyone except Dorothy.