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Edith O’Connor and The Book Lovers Emporium…26

“Merlin?” yawned Tilly, rubbing her eyes.  “Where’s Edith?”

Merlin looked at Tilly, a sheepish grin on his face.  “I’m letting her sleep in,” he whispered.

“You don’t have to whisper.  She can’t hear you from here,” said Tilly, putting her head down on the counter.  “That was some party and Edith is definitely a Rock and Roll Goddess.”

“She’s that and more,” agreed Merlin dreamily.  “But I don’t seem to be able to do her job,” he continued, shuffling papers around, picking things up and putting them down. “I don’t know what anything means.”

“No one knows how to do her job,” sighed Tilly, her eyes closed.  “The Bookstore only makes sense to her.”

“What time did you go to bed?” snickered Merlin.

“I didn’t.  That’s why I’m falling asleep on the counter.”

“I can’t believe you didn’t wake me,” said Edith, walking into the room, pinning up her hair.  “I’m going to be so far behind.”

Merlin smiled at her and Tilly laughed out loud.  “I think he loves you, Edith.”

“Yes, well,” said Edith, reading a memo.  “Ah, Dali left.  He said he didn’t feel that we fully appreciated his work.”

“He’s right,” said Tilly immediately.

“I know,” snickered Edith, as she fed book requests into the machine and watched the stacks on the counter grow.

“You were beautiful last night,” said Merlin, as he reached out to touch Edith’s face.

“Thank you,” she said, slapping his hand away,  “but it’s possible that you just had too much to drink.”

“I remember every detail,” he smiled.

“Okay,” she said, facing him, hands on hips.  “Don’t you have a war to stop?  Set up a conference with the faeries or…”

“Fine,” said Merlin.  “I’ll let you get back to work.   Can you send breakfast to my room, as well as something for the dragons?”

“I just did both of  those things and if you don’t hurry your oatmeal will get cold.”

“Is there granola on it?”


“A banana?”

“Of course,” said Edith.

Merlin turned quickly, grabbed Edith, bent her backwards over the counter and kissed her.  Pink and red hearts rained down upon them just as cat walked in and said, “AGAIN?”

Edith shoved Merlin so hard he flew into the wall behind him.  The air was knocked out of him for a second or two but he just kept smiling.  Once he was able to breath and walk at the same time he told everyone he was going to his room to do war things.  No one tried to stop him.

Chicago came in with Lance and told Edith that she finally found a Tarot deck that didn’t go up in flames when she touched them.  She shuffled the card and laid out one of her  spreads on the counter.

“Where’s the Round Table everyone is always talking about?” asked Lance, watching Chicago turn over a few cards.

“It’s in the Great Hall, next to Merlin’s room,” said Edith, checking book titles. “Degas wants more waterlilies.  Honestly, I think he must be eating them.”

“Who cares if the table is round?” said Lance, confused.  “What’s the deal?”

“A round table means there’s no head of the table.  No seat of honor.  It’s a table of equality, where everyone is the same,” explained Edith.”

“But wherever Arthur sits is the head of the table, since he’s the King and our leader, right?”

Edith woke up the White Cat, who was curled up in a wicker basket containing more book orders and handed him a slip of paper.  The cat hissed, unwound and stretched.  He picked up the paper and went on his way.  “Lance, in theory the table makes you all equal, that’s the whole point of it.  No one is higher or better than anyone else, not even the King.”

“That’s just silly,” smiled Lance.  “He’s the King, he is automatically higher, no matter where he sits. We are who we are.  Chairs and table configurations don’t change that.”

“It’s a gesture,” said Edith.  “A symbol of equality.  It’s an attempt to say we are all just a bunch of guys talking to each other.”

“It doesn’t make any sense,” he muttered, walking away.

“The dragons have stopped circling,” said Tilly.

“They’re having a snack,” said Edith, placing another stack of books into the White Dog’s basket.  “Did you visit the dragonflies?”

“That’s my next stop.”

“You’re in for a treat.  Be sure to grind up a few sugar cubes for them.  They love sugar.”

“Don’t we all,” said Tilly, sticking a piece of bubble gum into her mouth and heading for the kitchen.

“I don’t see how we can avoid war,” said Chicago, staring at the cards.

“Let’s hope the cards are wrong,” said Edith.

“You know they’re never wrong,” said Chicago gently.  “But perhaps if I ask a different question….”

“Edith,” said Pansy, suddenly standing in front of her.  “I just heard from my mother.”

“Good morning,” said Edith, looking at the very serious princess.  “What did she have to say?”

“The troops are amassing,” said Pansy.  “War looks imminent.”




Edith O’Connor and The Book Lovers Emporium…18

“Everyone,” said Merlin, “this is Lance.”

“Who ARE you people?” asked Lance, pulling on the doorknob in an effort to escape.

“Lance, this is Edith, that’s Tilly and the cat is Snowball.”

“The door won’t open,” cried Lance hysterically.

“No, of course, it won’t,” said Merlin kindly.  “Edith, Tilly and Snowball, this is Sir Lancelot,  Knight of the Round Table.”

“Hi Lance,” they said, staring at the distraught man who had turned toward them and flattened himself against the door.

“Please let me leave,” he begged.  “I didn’t do anything, I have money.”

“Well you slept with Guin,” said Tilly.  “So you DID do that!”

Edith gasped.

“You know my wife?” asked Lance, calming a little.

“Guinever’s your wife?” asked Tilly, shocked.

“Yes, do you know her?”

“I know OF her,” she answered flatly.

“Now, now children, let’s not jump to any conclusions.  The story isn’t what you’ve heard it to be,” said Merlin, trying to put his arm around Lance’s shoulder, to no avail.

“So she wasn’t married to King Arthur?”

“Well, yes, she was married to Arthur,” said Merlin sheepishly.

“So?” asked Tilly, her hands on her hips.

“Lance is, shall we say, a bit disoriented.  That can happen when Hopping from one place to another.  This seems to be a rather severe case of dislocation but a nice cup of tea and some of those little white cookies will help.”

“Tea?” said Lance.  “Are you insane?  I want to get out of here,” he shouted again, pounding on the door.

Merlin lifted his hand and Lance yawned and slid to the floor.  “Poor fellow,” he sighed.  “He’ll feel better when he wakes up.”

“And about Guin?” asked Tilly.

“Another time, if it’s alright with you,” said Merlin.   “I need to see to him, and Edith….”


“Sir Gwain will be the last to arrive.  He’s always late.  He still feels the need to get someone to watch over the Holy Grail whenever he leaves.  It’s not there but he refuses to face that fact.  At any rate, please send him to my rooms if he gets here anytime soon.”

“I will,” said Edith.

“You know that I need everyone I can get to fight, if war is declared.  I’ve called in Arthur and the Knights, as a last resort,” he said sadly.

“And the Lady of the Lake?”

“Arthur has Excalibur.  I’m hoping that once the faeries know that Arthur and the Knights are willing to fight, we can settle things peacefully.”

Edith nodded and shot a stern look toward Tilly, who was absolutely bursting with questions about Lance and Guin.

“Up you go,” said Merlin, pulling Lance to is feet.

“Did you say you had cookies?”  mumbled Lance.

“Indeed,” said Merlin.

“Everything you need will be in your room,” said Edith.

“What would I ever do without you?” he said, half carrying Lancelot from the room.

Tilly looked at Merlin, then at Edith.  “Gak,” said Tilly.  “Merlin has a THING for you Edith!”

“Don’t be ridiculous,” said Edith, filing some papers in red and blue folders.  “He doesn’t and that’s the end of it.”

Snowball, laughed and jumped off the counter.  “Hey, don’t look at me,” he said, walking past Tilly.

“Don’t you think this is weird?” asked Tilly, leaning on the counter.

“Which part?” asked Edith.

“I just saw Merlin dragging Lancelot through the hallway,” said Chicago, shuffling a deck of cards in her hands, as she walked toward the counter.

“You KNOW Lancelot?” asked Tilly.

“Sure,” said Chicago, laying down the spread.  “We go way back.”

“How far back?” asked Tilly.

“We dated for awhile but he’s always been in love with Guinie.”

“You mean Arthur’s WIFE?”

“Well sure,” said Chicago, “Guin was Arthur’s wife at Camelot, but that was a different time and place.”

“But….” sputtered Tilly.

“Who’s the reading for?” asked Edith, watching Chicago study the cards.

“I’m still trying to help Sigmund but honestly, I don’t think there IS any help for him.”

“Too bad,” said Edith.

“He’s so strange,” said Tilly.  “I hate the way he chews on those cigars day and night.  One look at him and you can see where all of his misguided theories came from.”

Chicago and Edith laughed.  “That’s the truth,” they said.

“Oh, by the way.  Buddha arrived last night,” said Edith casually.




Edith O’Connor and the Book Lovers Emporium…17

“I just saw Merlin,” said Tilly, looking over her shoulder.  “He’s still wearing that blue robe.”

“I think it’s his favorite,” said Edith quickly.  “Have you noticed the change in the statue?”

“I did.  The angel’s wing is growing back,” said Tilly.

“It is.  It started the day before yesterday.  New, soft white feathers,” said Edith.  “They’ll turn to stone eventually.  She is a statue, after all.”

“I love this place,” said Tilly dreamily.  “Maybe her true love is coming back.”

“I think that would be the only reason for the new wing,” smiled Edith.

“Will he come here?”

“It’s too early to tell,” said Edith.

“The poets are kind of driving me crazy.  They answer every question in verse or some other kind of strange thing.”

“It can be fun, once you get used to it,” said Edith playfully.  “Young Gregory stood in front of me this morning and said, “What yonder wheat fields, harvest golden brown, whilst the dairy mother fair, provides the rest.”

“What was that supposed to mean?”

“It meant that he wanted toast and butter for breakfast,” sighed Edith.  “Everything was already in the dining room but he does like to have his fun.”

“Can I punch them if they say things like that to me?” asked Tilly hopefully.

“Absolutely not,” said Edith, pulling a new tablet of paper from a drawer. “But if you must, don’t leave any marks.”

“Gotcha,” laughed Tilly.  “There was a fight in the Gardening section earlier.  Three of the books disagreed on the proper way to fertilize a garden.  Some pages were torn but I pulled the books apart and gave them all time outs in different rooms. The Department of Repairs is going to look at them tomorrow.”

“Thank you,” said Edith.  “Between Gardening and the Mystery area, with all the stabbings and shootings, I sometimes think we need a referee.”

“Edith, can the animals talk when they aren’t in the shop?”

“No,” said Edith, “and once they have been used to communicating in every language that exists, they don’t want to leave.”

“I can understand that.”

“They are happy here, right Snowball?” asked Edith, sliding a treat toward the White Cat.

“Have you noticed the way the windows in this entrance room change all the time?”  Tilly continued.

“Well, there two bay windows, one on each side of the door, when we are in Europe and they become flat windows when we are in The United States.  That way we fit in better.”

“You’re kidding, right?” laughed Tilly.  “We never fit in anywhere.”

“We try,” said Edith, sharpening several pencils.

“Someone’s coming to the door,” said Snowball.

The door slammed into the wall with such force that the glass in the windows shook.

“Looks like it’s raining,” said Tilly, as she stared at the soaking wet man sliding across the floor.

“Can I help you?” asked Edith calmly.

“I don’t know?  Can you?” asked the man frantically.  “I was on my way to England and then suddenly I was being thrown through this door and,”  he said, looking around, “where’s the plane?”

“It’s probably somewhere in the sky?” said Edith politely

The man looked up.   “Where’s the ceiling?” he asked, turning in circles.  “Are those dragons flying….”

“My name is Edith O’Connor,” said Edith politely.  “And you are?”

“Uh, do I look familiar to you?”

“I’m sorry, but no,” said Edith kindly.

The man looked at Tilly pleadingly, but she simply shook her head and stared at her hands.

“He’s coming,” said Snowball, licking his paw.

“Lance,” shouted Merlin, walking toward him, his arms outstretched.   “You’re here at last.”



Edith O’Connor and The Book Lovers Emporium…15

The dragons entered the Dining Room just as the clock struck nine.  They crept in, all five of them, low to the ground, their wings folded against their bodies, their eyes alert.

“Good Evening Teal,” said Edith politely.  “Would you do the honors,” she said, holding her hand toward the candelabras.

Teal, the largest of the dragons, nodded and a thin ribbon of fire shot from his nose toward the candles as he lit them, one by one.  “Thank you,” he whispered, rubbing against Edith’s hip.

“Well, I know how much you love to light them,” muttered Edith softly.

Merlin walked into the room and looked around the table.  “Oh, I hope you’re not all standing up because of me.  Sit down, sit down,” he said, waving them to their seats.  “If you do things like that I may start to think that I’m special and then I’ll make a fool out of myself.”

Everyone took their seat and tried not to stare at the great wizard.

“Edith,” said Merlin, looking around, “this is magnificent.  I don’t deserve to eat amid such beauty,” he continued, taking her hand and kissing it.  “You spoil me.”

“Well, I try,” she said.  “But, you don’t make it easy.”

“I wore my blue robe just for you,” he said, as stardust pooled around his feet.

Edith blushed. “Thank you,” she said.  “Now, on to business.  The heads of all the groups that have arrived for the Unusual Things Convention, so far, are seated here.  I think you know everyone.”

“I do,” said Merlin, smiling and nodding to everyone.

“Please be seated Merlin,” said Edith.

“You’ve outdone yourself this time,”  said Merlin, reaching for the salad.

A flock of birds flew into he room and landed on the long table.   They started pecking at the seeds that were spread over the white linen tablecloth, for their benefit.  When they were finished eating, they walked back and forth and sang.  Merlin stood up and applauded loudly when they were finished.  “Thank you my friends,” he said delightedly. “Thank you.”

The birds chirped happily and flew up to the chandelier, so they could watch the rest of the festivities in comfort.

Merlin was clean shaven and wore his usual blue jeans under his robe and heavy gym shoes on his feet.   His blue eyes didn’t miss a thing.  He watched those at the table and listened to what they were saying.  Finally, after three of the Albino Raccoons did a fantastic tumbling routine, Merlin cleared his throat and silence fell over the room.

“How goes the war, Merlin?” asked Billy, the tiger.

Merlin stood up, scattering stardust all around him.  “It goes slowly, my friend.  Too slowly.  The Faerie Courts are divided.  North and East against South and West.  Moon against Sun,” he said, looking down.  “The North is preparing to attack the humans.  East is behind them.  South and West think it’s too soon but they have waited a long time to take back what was originally theirs.”

“Surely they know they can’t win against the humans,” said Thomas, speaking for the raccoons.

“Oh, I wouldn’t be so sure of that,” said Merlin.  “If they place humans under a massive glamour, they won’t even have to fight.”

“But they don’t have a glamour that can cover everyone,” said Billy.

“I’m afraid they do, my friend,” sighed Merlin.  “They plan to take away human will. They want to live on the planet, they want to…”

“We want to take our rightful place on earth,” said the tall beautiful faerie, walking into the room.”

“Gavin,” said Merlin, nodding toward him.

“Merlin,” said the faerie.  “May I speak?”

“By all means,” said Merlin, sitting down, taking a sip of his tea.

“I am Gavin, Prince of the East….”

“We know,” said Bobby.

“HI GAVIN,” said everyone at the table, at the very same time.

Merlin covered his mouth with his hand, so no one would see him laughing.  Edith just turned around and hoped no one would notice her shoulders shaking.

“Excuse me. I’m Miss Lucy Fuzzy Paws and I don’t think we’ve met. I’m kind of new here.”

“Uh, what?” said Gavin, looking around.

“I said, I’m Miss Lucy Fuzzy Paws and I don’t think I’ve ever seen you before.”

“Well, no you haven’t,”  said Prince Gavin.  “You’re a rabbit.”

“I know that,” said Lucy, rather bemused.  “Pretty much everyone knows what they are, don’t you think?”

“I suppose you’re right.”

“What’s wrong with him?” whispered Lucy, looking at Merlin.

Merlin was laughing too hard to answer, so Edith stepped forward and said, “Prince Gavin I would like to introduce you to my rabbit, Miss Lucy Fuzzy Paws.  Lucy, this is Prince Gavin.”

“Pleased to meet you,” said Lucy.  “You’re very good looking.”

“Thank you,” said Prince Gavin graciously.  “You’re a lovely rabbit.”

“Thank you, that’s what Edith said.”

“What folly is this Merlin?”  asked the Prince.

“Would you like some Apple Crisp?  It’s delicious,” said Merlin, waving him to a seat.  “There’s plenty and there are brownies and ice cream as well.  I think the brownies have chocolate chips in them, if I’m not mistaken.”

“You are not mistaken,” said Edith.  “Would you care to join us Prince Gavin?”

“I’m here to discuss war,” said the Prince dramatically, his purple cloak flowing out behind him, even though there was no wind.

“That’s all well and good but we’re having dinner and a bit of a celebration, so you can join us or you can wait outside until we are finished.  The choice is yours,” said Edith, in no uncertain terms.

“Fine,” said the Prince, “throwing himself into chair. “I’ll have a brownie, please.”

“Would you like a carrot?” asked Lucy, pulling one toward him.

“No thank you,” said the Prince.  “I’m having a brownie.”

“Carrots are supposed to be good for your eyes but I don’t think that’s true.”

“Why not?”

“Teddy told me that he knew of a girl who put carrots on her eyes every night before she went to sleep and she still couldn’t see any better when she woke up.”

“I see,” said the Prince, looking at Merlin, who simply shrugged and smiled good- naturedly.  “Well then, I suppose you’re right Lucy.  Carrots do not improve one’s eyesight.”

“I never met a faerie before,” she said, moving closer.  “You seem very nice.”

“Thank you.  You seem very nice as well,” said the Prince, smiling.

“Rabbits have to be nice because everyone is trying to kill us all the time.  It doesn’t matter though.  No matter how nice we are, people still kill us.  I don’t think it would be a bad thing if you glamoured all the humans.  If you do glamour them can you make them be nice to rabbits?”

“I promise I’ll do my best to make that part of the spell.”

“You can pet me if you like.  I’m very soft.”

The Prince ran his hand over her back and grinned.  “You are a very smart rabbit, aren’t you Lucy.”

“Whatever do you mean,” she asked innocently.

“You made me fall in love with you and you didn’t even need a spell,” he smiled.

“No one can do spells in the Bookstore,” said Lucy knowingly.

“Well then, you won my heart fair and square.”

“Is there going to be a war?”

“I believe there will be,” said the Prince gravely.  “But if you stay inside the shop you ‘ll be safe.”

“But what about all of the other rabbits?” asked Lucy fearfully.

“I’ll do what I can to make sure they are out of harms way,” said the Prince grimly, jabbing his fork into the brownie and snagging some ice cream along with it.   “I promise you, I’ll do what I can.”


The End


Part One

Thanks to all of you who are enjoying this story.
I’m very grateful for your comments and support.
I’m thinking about turning the story into a book,
so there may not be any more bits on my blog.  I’m
caught up in life at The Book Lovers Emporium and
I would like to see where it takes me.
Thank you again…<3





Edith Olive O’Connor…The Book Lovers Emporium…14

“Things seem to have settled down nicely,” said Tilly.

“I agree,” said Edith.  “Apparently, hot chocolate and a herd of dragons did the trick.”

“And the tiny marshmallows.”

“Yes,” smiled Edith, “and the tiny marshmallows.”

“Jerry’s finished with the room.”

“I took a peek last night.  It’s magnificent,” said Edith.  “He’s a wonderful artist.”

“He said he was inspired.  Are the dragons going to live here?”

“I think so,” said Edith. “Unless he takes them with him.”

“Does he have a real home?”

“He has a crystal cave but he’s always moving around.  He Hops from dimension to dimension and he spends a lot of time in the past with Arthur and the Knights.”

“Wow,” said Tilly.  “Some life.”

“And there’s the war,” said Edith, suddenly staring into the distance.

“What war?”

“The Faerie War, of course.”

“How long has it been going on?”

“No one knows for sure.”

“Why are they fighting?”

“Right now they’re fighting because more faeries want to live among us.  Some have always been here but those faeries go about their business and mind their manners.  There are others, however,  who simply want power…over us.   Truthfully, I can understand how they feel, after all, they were here first.”

“They were?”

“Yes, Faerie has always been here.  Then we came and well, you known how we are.”

Tilly nodded.  “And he’s trying to stop them from coming here?”

“In a way, I suppose.  He just wants peace and humans and faeries don’t always go well together.  Faeries are as violent as we are, they are masters at wordplay and they don’t like us.  They can do a lot of things we can’t and they can use magick.”

“In other words in would be bad for us.”

“Very,” said Edith.

“Will faeries be coming to the convention?”

“A few but they have been here for a very long time and respect our customs and know how to act responsibly.  They are not allowed to use glamours, bind or play tricks on anyone while they are here.”

“Good to know.”

“There’s something in the yard that looks like a space ship and a blimp had a love child that looks a lot like a radiator,” said the white dog.

“Oh that will be the Steampunk delegation.  They are always coming up with new and wonderful modes of transportation.  I admit that I’m more than a little interested to see what they are bringing to the convention this year,” said Edith excitedly.  “They always have the most fabulous things.”

“Remember that dog collar they made for me?” asked the white dog.

“I do,” said Edith.  “I’m sorry it didn’t work out.”

“Me too,” said the dog sadly.  “But with the goggles, nuts, bolts, mirrors and whirling parts I couldn’t get a moment’s rest.”

“Well it looks wonderful hanging over your bed.  But I don’t think you would be out of place by asking them to modify it for you, so that you could wear it.”

“Thank you,” said the dog, turning in a circle.  “I’ll do that tomorrow, after they’re settled.”

Their rooms are decorated in  late seventeen to eighteen hundred Victorian and I filled it with gadgets, so I’m assuming they will be up all night building things.”

“You’re a great host,”said Tilly.  “And Edith, I was wondering…”

“Yes, yes, spit it out girl,” said Edith, sorting through a pile of papers.

“Can I stay here forever,” said Tilly quickly, closing her eyes.

“Of course you can.  You can stay as long as you like.”

Tilly stood in front of the counter with her mouth open and just stared at Ethel.  “I can?”

“Yes, you can.  Now The Green people will be arriving tomorrow.  Can you please make sure there’s plenty of fresh fruit and water in their rooms?” asked Edith.”

“I will,”stammered Tilly, “and thank you.”

“Oh, it’s nothing, there’s plenty of room and you wouldn’t be here if you weren’t supposed to be here so, this is your home until you feel like moving on.”

Tilly rubbed at her eyes and picked up a pile of books that were stacked on the counter.

“Those go to Vincent’s room,” said Edith.  “And tell him that I’ve ordered more gauze for his ear.”

The front door slammed open and a tall thin woman walked in.  Her black hair fell down her back in waves and her emerald green eyes, glistened like the gems they were named after.   Her skin was pale and her lips were ruby red.  “I have arrived.”

“I can see that” said Edith warmly.  “Queen Emerald, how nice to see you.  You look well.”

“I am well Edith.  Are my rooms ready?”

“They are.  Just go into the cellar and make yourself at home.  There are snacks, from the blood bank, in the refrigerator and there’s a microwave there as well.  I’m assuming the rest of your entourage will be coming later this evening.”

“They well be here at midnight,” said the Queen.  “Thank you,” she said, giving Edith a little bow.

“My pleasure,” said Edith nodding in return.

Edith and Tilly were watching the Queen glide toward the back of the next room when Tilly said, “How can you know what the past conventions were like?  How do you know all of these people?  You haven’t been here that long Edith.  I don’t understand.”

“I don’t understand either,” said Edith honestly.  “But I know every single thing that has ever happened in this place, from it’s very beginning.  In a way, it’s as if I’ve actually been her from the start.  I suppose anyone who has this job just understands all of that..”

A paper fell onto Edith’s blotter…

My dearest Edith:

What time is dinner tomorrow?

Yours, M

P.S.  A fresh salad would be most appreciated.  Perhaps an apple crisp for dessert? With ice cream, if it’s not too much trouble.

“He’s coming down for dinner,” whispered Edith, her eyes wide with anticipation.  Then she snapped her fingers and yelled,  “DINING ROOM.”  The walls immediately started rearranging themselves.   Tables and chairs flew through the air and pushed and shoved their way into position.  China leapt from cabinets, which had flung open their doors, and landed on the table.  Silver, polished and gleaming, followed.  Candelabras and a gigantic flower arrangement appeared in the center of the table as glasses landed gently at each place setting.  “Thank you,” said Edith pleasantly.  “That will be all until morning.”








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