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About the author:
D.C. Fergerson is an author, husband, father of one, humorist, and storyteller currently residing in Charlotte, NC. From an early age, through the fog and confusion of adolescence and early adulthood, the only thing he wanted was to tell stories. This is his debut novel, but not his first. As for the last…we’re just getting started.
What inspired you to write your book?
It is a story that needs to be told. I love to make people laugh, and nothing made me laugh harder than experiencing this story.
Here is a short sample from the book:
Excerpt from The Singer and the Charlatan
“Ooh, this is exciting,” Leanna said with a smile, grabbing up Tear and Jonathan’s hands.
With the circle complete, Trixi looked to the ceiling.
“Lord. Oh, Lord, who is great and true. Take this offering of Form R226 and whatever leftovers we have here from dinner. Commune with me so that I may be a better Fawnspear, walking the path of truth. May it be really, really funny.”
With that, the scroll burned away before their eyes. Then, nothing. The silence became awkward.
“Did it not work?” Jonathan asked.
“Quiet,” Trixi demanded, turning her ear to the table.
The faint sound of terribly boring music filled the space all around the table. Any old ear would think it came from the building next door, but the trained ear of a Thistlite knew better. She listened to the song for a moment with her eyes closed.
Leanna joined in, leaning in to try and make out the tune. Suddenly, a loud voice spoke out, scaring her so bad she almost fell out of her chair.
“Our Lord is currently speaking with another faithful! You are very important to Our Lord! Your prayer shall be heard in the order it was received!”
Leanna broke the circle. “Oh, come on! Why did that have to be the loud part?”
“Leanna, you must be quiet,” Trixi whispered. “I’m sure he’ll be here soon.”