Category Archives: Jacob Frost

Although Mum’s breakfast was always tasty, today Jacob had completely lost his appetite. He glanced over at Emalynn and noticed that she too had barely touched her food. The morning of the race had come too fast, and he now … Continue reading →

Late that same day, inside the Frosty Mug Tavern, Mr. Pitts sat at the counter wearing a blank expression on his face. From behind the counter Mr. Oubladew approached, holding a loaded tray with empty glasses and an appetizing mid-afternoon … Continue reading →

As Jacob pushed opened the door to the Frosty Mug Tavern, he smelled the delicious dwarf victuals that always flooded out from the kitchen and his stomach began to growl with a ravenous hunger pang. “I am ready to serve … Continue reading →

“So-so what’s my curse?” asked Jacob, expecting the worst. “Are you going to disfigure me or something like that?” “Disfigure you? Why you haven’t failed, nor have we finished,” replied Dr. Galeeky. “I haven’t?” questioned Jacob, unconsciously making a sigh. … Continue reading →

Jacob was tugging on a rusty doorknob, but no matter how hard he pulled, it wouldn’t budge, the door was frozen tight. He turned and searched the small room behind him, seeing only murky brown walls closing in tighter. More … Continue reading →

He looked over at the poor Lynex cowering in a corner and an idea flashed in his mind. “LYNEX,” he then screamed in desperation. “PICK UP A NETTER AND THROW IT AT THE OGRE!” “GOOD CALL JACOB,” screamed Emalynn. “THROW … Continue reading →

Jacob had originally been looking forward to his first weekend in Sentinel Village. He couldn’t wait to explore all the odd attractions, but that had all changed with the prospect of finding the Galeeky Stone Seal. Now his weekend was … Continue reading →

“QUICKLY JACOB, CLIMB ONTO MY BACK!” shouted Mr. Pitts, bending over with his huge head, almost falling himself to the ground. Thinking it would look foolish Jacob felt reluctant to comply, but seeing the serious look of the stranger, and … Continue reading →

Just as Mr. Pitts stepped onto the walkway, the door to the Frosty Mug Tavern swung open, and out from the noisy eatery exited three jolly dwarfs. In a flash Mr. Pitts rose up on his tiptoes and hurdled himself … Continue reading →

Early the following morning, inside the Frosty Mug Tavern, Mr. Oubladew stood behind the tall end of his counter serving breakfast to a full room of hungry customers. He peeked over the top of the counter at the famished Mr. … Continue reading →