The Blue Unicorn’s Journey To Osm by Sybrina Durant #BlogTour with #GuestPost and #Giveaway




 


The Blue Unicorn’s Journey To Osm by Sybrina Durant Genre: a science fiction/fantasy illustrated book For teens and older readers   “An illustrated unicorn fantasy – from the unicorn’s point of view.”  


***Please Note*** This is the “Plain Text” with illustrations version of this book. The illustrations for this book are much smaller than the illustrations for the jpg only version of this book. The print version provides the most pleasurable reading and viewing experience. This chapter book is a collector’s dream containing page after page of lavish artwork. It contains nearly 100 pages of story text by Sybrina Durant and the same number of pages of magnificent water-color illustrations by Dasguptarts.


This book, written by Sybrina Durant and illustrated by Dasguptarts, offers readers a visual feast of over forty beautiful water-color pictures that each span two pages. Forty-two – easy to digest two-page chapters are chock full of adventurous and entertaining morsels. This illustrated book will become a favorite of teens and older fantasy readers. A companion coloring/ character description book is also available at any online bookstore.


Soft Cover – Unicorns From Unimaise Children’s Picture Book – https://www.amazon.com/Unicorns-Unimaise-Magical-Metal-Tribe/dp/1548375098
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Guest Post
Top Ten Favorite Quotes from the Book

  1. Later that night, Blue decided he was glad they had stopped to help the giant beetle.  Sometimes putting oneself aside to help another was the right thing to do. This bug was not so bad after all.  
  2. Everyone knew no metal meant no magic. To have neither; made no sense.
  3. Everyone looked much better when the steel-horned unicorn gave them pretty mane-dos and nail art.  Sometimes, they even felt better. Style’s motto was: When you look good, you feel good, too.
  4. All unicorns got excited about food.  While at Tinam’s table, they felt true happiness and companionship.  The dangers outside the Halstable were temporarily forgotten.
  5. Alumna unrolled the map and looked at it a long moment as if she could get it to tell her what to do.  Of course, it had nothing to say.
  6. The manticore smiled to see how fear made her eyes glow white against her honey-colored coat.   He smiled because fear gave the meat a better flavor.
  7. Of course, the fairies could never be caught.  It was all just a fun game for them. But for Blue it was so much more.  It was a way to prepare for anything that might come at him. He was sure a sharp eye and fast reflexes would be useful for the task ahead.
  8. The lids rolled back, releasing delicious aromas.  The beets smelled like freshly turned up dirt after a light rain.  They had been roasted just enough to make them taste slightly sweet.
  9. In mid-scream, the sun peeked under his eyelids, forcing them open against his will.  Blue’s mouth felt really dry. He clamped his jaws shut and gulped twice before he finally had enough moisture to swallow easily.
  10. Helping a bug was not exactly at the top of Blue’s priority list. . .especially not a humongous bug.  “I don’t know. . .me and bugs don’t really get along,” he said, remembering the recent buzzy-biter encounter.  He felt a sudden jab of pain poking the place he had been stung.
  11. Deer were commonplace but the two-leggers there had never seen a unicorn or a pendragon.  Blue and Gwyn were the stuff of myth and legend. Before long the local bards were making up lyrics about their unusual visitors and the yodeling started up again.
  12. They approached the city as quietly as they could. Still, there was no way to hide the clatter of their hooves on the drawbridge. The echoing sounds were frightening.  It reminded them they were going into an unknown place. They could only hope Magh’s minions would not be there to meet them.
  13. Imroz knew the drumbeat rhythm of marching feet all too well. She would never forget it.  It was the same sound she had heard, years ago, as Magh’s soldiers marched through her village, destroying and stealing everything they could lay their hands on.  
  14. "I’m not going to let Nix be that blob’s dinner," Tinam exclaimed, thinking fast.  He started swirling his horn in the air, chanting, “Feed the beast, feed the beast.  Bring me what this beast will eat!” Poof. A huge heap of foodstuffs began piling up in the center of the cavern.  Well, it was more like a pile of garbage. It reeked of dirty socks and soured milk and oozy farts.
  15. The Lethean wished she could do something but if the sorcerer meant to kill the Ragamoffyn now, there was nothing she could do to stop him.  Just the thought of trying to do so caused a deep, internal itching in the core of her spine. The need to scratch made it impossible to think of anything else.  Magh’s magic was too strong to resist.
  16. At the base of the mountain, Blue and Gaiso looked up, trying to see the top of the Ice Falls. It was lost in yellow-colored clouds.  The loud crunching of ice and the delighted yelps of tiny Cubose were the only sounds that could be heard as the ice creatures rode the falls into the water. It was their first and only time into the lake.
  17. The hollow spaces in some of the trees began to emit a melodious humming which sounded like, “didjerry, didjerry, didjerry, didjerry. . .”
  18. The glowing black star gathered speed. It left trailing swirls of silvery star-dust on its track.  It dived toward the center of the Nebulium Circle straight for the tips of the magical metal horns.
  19. You can’t grasp mist.  It just slips through your fingers.  Muzika Woods and its inhabitants would indeed be safe from harm.
  20. She threw her head back, then reared up and issued a silent scream.  It shivered through the air bringing the entire battle to a stop. Then, the silence ended.  

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About the Author:



I am the author of the “Learn To Tie A Tie With The Rabbit and The Fox” series of instructional books for boys and girls. I also co-write, edit and publish children’s books by other authors, Sandi Johnson (Children’s books) and Britt Brundige (Tween graphic novel). For the older crowd, there’s a little bit of romance by Historical Regency Romance author, Gina Rose. I am also the publisher of the 4 volume set – Sybrina’s Phrase Thesaurus. 

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Read below for an excerpt from the book:
The firebird hovered at the entrance of the canyon watching the three of them.   Blue was crunching on a rock. He giggled and said something that sounded like “silly bird” to the pendragon and they all laughed.   It was ridiculous. Girasol felt completely powerless and her feelings were hurt, too. She had no idea how she could help them.   “How can I make them listen to me?” she asked the mountains. Her normally bright orange flames had become a faint red glow.   "You can't," a voice which seemed to come from nowhere and everywhere at the same time answered. "I have induced hebephrenia into their feeble minds."   "Who are you and what is heb-phren-whatever you called it?" Girasol flared, melting some of the ice from the nearby rock faces.   "My, aren't you a hot-head?" the voice chuckled at her display of anger. "I am Yegwa. They call me the spirit of false springtime. I have put your friends and the pendragon under a spell which makes them think this is a wonderful place to live."   “Let them go," the firebird demanded, blue-white sparks spouting from her feathered crown. She could not see the spirit and was very frustrated.   "Let them go? I wouldn't dream of it. It’s not often I have this much fun," Yegwa said in a voice hungry with anticipation. "My magic doesn’t seem to work on you though,” she said thoughtfully. "It must be that hot blood of yours."   "What kind of spirit are you? How can you enjoy watching your victims freeze or starve to death?" Girasol asked. "You are so wicked. I don't know what's worse—you or that evil sorcerer, Magh," she shouted disgustedly.   "Magh? Sorcerer? Do tell…he sounds like someone I would like,” Yegwa asked with interest. “Is he single?”   “Single? What?” Girasol blazed. “Forget about Magh! I don’t have time for this back and forth with you.”   “Ooh, well, la-ti-da…aren’t you the peppery dish,” Yegwa said, letting loose a shrill cackle. “If I had teeth, I’d eat you right up!”   "What about my friends?" the firebird asked again. She looked around the top of the canyon walls trying to find the owner of the ghostly voice.   "You're welcome to keep company with them if you wish. I don't keep anyone imprisoned, you know," Yegwa said, trying to sound sugary sweet.   “Thanks a lot,” Girasol said sarcastically. She tapped her head with her right wing, trying to figure out a way to save her friends. “Hot blood. . .hmmm. . .Warmth. . .that’s it,” she realized. “If they’re going to snap out of this, they need to be warm!” she thought suddenly.   They were going to freeze to death if she did not help them soon. She remembered seeing Blue pick up some pepo seeds earlier. She searched the bag hung across his shoulder and brought one out. He was so far gone, he did not even notice her. One seed would give her enough energy for five days. “In this cold, I might need this and more to keep them warm,” she thought, while chewing the seed.