Full moon plus one. A death song
My head aches. My belly feels as if it has been turned inside out and trampled by an ox. My mouth tastes like a piskie’s armpit. I try to stand […]
Full moon. The smell of roasting emu
Even a hero must suffer the occasional setback. Even a hero will be mocked by those who do not understand. When I smell the emu roasting at the front of […]
Later. Do not talk to me.
Hunting – um – Riding the wild emu.
Three quarter moon plus one. Hunting the wild emu.
We set off for the hunt just as dawn breaks. Or at least the gang of ruffians sets off, with Matty and Sarah in the lead, and I follow some […]
Three quarter moon. Bushranger
I, Harry-le-beau, who once dined with the Maharajah of Travancore and his mother (who was, of course, the power behind the throne, though few realised it except for me), am […]
Later. More humiliation.
Sarah has come to save me! Oh joy! Oh happiness! My brilliance will not be lost to the world after all! She unlocks the cell door, and I stagger upright. […]
Half moon plus one, I think. I have lost track of time.
My paws. Oh, my paws. They are as bruised as my soul. I was not made for hard labour. I was not made to be mocked by men who have […]
Half Moon. Month of the Tasty Fledglings. Woe is me.
It must be close to dawn, though I cannot see any light from this nasty little cell. I have been here for almost a day. Tomorrow I will be tried, […]
When morning comes
I wake up lying on my back with the sun shining in my eyes. I blink. Am I not dead, after all? Did someone interrupt the She-demon before She could […]
Harry-le-beau and the Vampire Mice of Van Diemen's Land 