Walden Pond was also kind enough to provide items for a giveaway!
o Blog readers can enter to win a framed print of the artwork you are revealing. This print will be signed by the illustrator, Todd Harris.
o Hardcover copy of the book
o This is only for residents of the US. Sorry!
o Walden Pond will furnish all prizing
Haven't had a chance to read the book? Here is an excerpt that accompanies the above illustration!
Frederic was about to follow up with a rousing speech, but before he could utter another word, the back door of Duncan’s house flew open and Snow White rushed out. She was wearing a garment of her own design—an overalls-sundress hybrid—accessorized with a headdress woven from marsh reeds. “Dunky!” She ran to her husband, hugged him, then pushed him away and waved her finger in his face. Then she pulled him to her and hugged him again. Then shoved him away, glared, and frowned at him. “Do you know how upset I am with you?”
“Well, I didn’t at first,” he answered. “But then I did. And then I didn’t. And now I do again. But why? Did I do something wrong?”
“You vanished without a word!” Snow exclaimed, her wide eyes glaring. “You left me alone. With your family. For days. It was only yesterday that I finally convinced them you weren’t in the outhouse all this time.”
“But—But—” Duncan stammered.
Snow looked sternly at Frederic . “I should have known the Princes Charming were behind Duncan’s disappearance,” she said. “It was only a matter of time before he ran off on another of your crazy quests. I just thought somebody would have had the decency to tell me about it.”
“But I did! Or, I mean, Frank did,” Duncan said. “The quickety boy with the boots came for me. And I had to go stop Liam from marrying the shrill lady. Only I got arrested instead. And now we have to steal a pretty sword from the Bandit King. Frank was supposed to tell you everything. He promised.”
Snow spun to face down Frank, who was trying to sneak around the corner of the house. The dwarf looked up at her sheepishly.
“Frank!” Snow said. The one word had the weight of an entire angry tirade.
“It’s possible I may have said something to make Duncan believe that maybe I was going to tell you about his little outing,” the dwarf mumbled.
At that moment, if beams of flame had shot forth from Snow White’s eyes and flash-fried Frank, nobody would have been surprised.
o Artwork Copyright © 2013 by Todd Harris
o Text Copyright © 2013 by Christopher Healy