The Vale of Unika continues the quest of Loki for the goddess Zair and power to control the strange and mysterious creatures who once performed in Bump's Circus. After only thirty years of rejuvenation for the spirits of Nature who were displaced for more than a thousand years, Mrs. Bump knows she must allow the process to go forward. The Trickster Loki seizes upon William Wimmur as his human escort. Other powers contend through William. Mrs. Bump pleads, "Save the Vale and protect Zair " William shows odd resilience and purposes of his own, including a deep love for the fantastic beings and...

Herakles, son of Zeus and Alceste, hated by Hera, commits an atrocity at her instigation and must atone for his sin by performing twelve labors as directed by his rival, King Eurystheus of Mycenae. This ancient tale has been re-written as a hero-poem and illustrated by C. R. Bryan in 200 drawings. This volume is the first of two. Each quatrain is placed with a drawing. C. R. Bryan is an artist and author who loves old lore and delights in reshaping stories with images and music for pleasure. He hopes you are pleased with this.

A gently shining aura, shaped coffin-like, formed closely around William Wimmur's rigid, grimacing body. Mortimer the Magnificent Dragon sighed nonchalantly, "Oh well, another day, another demon." Morty took a ring of running rainbow fire off one of his dainty, long fingers. He did a calliope version of one of his favorite tunes, "Find a Ring," and slid the ring onto William's left index finger. The flaming ring adjusted to fit William, as if it were an old possession.

A gently shining aura, shaped coffin-like, formed closely around William Wimmur's rigid, grimacing body. Mortimer the Magnificent Dragon sighed nonchalantly, "Oh well, another day, another demon." Morty took a ring of running rainbow fire off one of his dainty, long fingers. He did a calliope version of one of his favorite tunes, "Find a Ring," and slid the ring onto William's left index finger. The flaming ring adjusted to fit William, as if it were an old possession.

The well-dressed Chinese factory representative confidently escorts a group of financiers into a very modern-looking building in northern China. Among the attendees is one who is less smiling and more alert. His name is not the one on the lapel card, for he is there in place of the person who formerly used that name. One who has no use for name tags now. The representative efficiently escorts his audience through clean and well-organized front offices populated by cheerful, smiling workers. The workers pay strict attention to their computers, only slightly noticing the clutch of foreigners...

The well-dressed Chinese factory representative confidently escorts a group of financiers into a very modern-looking building in northern China. Among the attendees is one who is less smiling and more alert. His name is not the one on the lapel card, for he is there in place of the person who formerly used that name. One who has no use for name tags now. The representative efficiently escorts his audience through clean and well-organized front offices populated by cheerful, smiling workers. The workers pay strict attention to their computers, only slightly noticing the clutch of foreigners...