Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 31 — A Perversion of Phantoms

Saturday, April 14, 2018

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Aziz Acharki, Unsplash

Welcome back to the faery land of Thistledown.  It’s great to see you!  In this chapter, Bedlam relates the next part of the story as it was told to her.

Previously in Thistledown

In Episode-29, A Hummingbird, we left Bedlam and Bob the hummingbird far away from Thistledown, their home. Though neither knew quite where the other was, they were both in the colorless world with the “scary faeries.”  In their own way, both felt the need to save Thistledown from the terrible potentials of Bedlam’s vision. 

In Episode-30, Meanwhile Back in Thistledown, the day of the grand Midsummer party finally arrived.  All the hummingbirds of the realm gathered to take part.  However, the entertainment for the party was overtaken by dark magic.  The faeries of Thistledown saw, projected onto the clouds, Bedlam’s horrific vision.  All the hummingbirds flew away.

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Thomas Bresson via Wiki Media Commons. Salbert Hill fortifications Old NATO station

From Episode 14, The Etheraris Spiregris

“A Perversion of Phantoms,” River read aloud the title at the top of the timeworn page. 

 The long muskox hair fell limp against the page.  My hand dropped, resting against the page as Rhymer and I echoed River in stating the name of the spell.  All three of us were touching the pages of the incantation as we spoke.

 The three of us exchanged a look.  It was spontaneous, a coincidence.  We didn’t mean to speak in chorus but as one we gasped.

 “A Perversion of Phantoms!”

 Abruptly the heavy volume snapped shut.  The periwinkle muskox hair was still within, like a bookmark.  The room spun wildly.  It was like looking into a kaleidoscope. 

 Then the world shattered. 


Midsummer Bedlam 31

A Perversion of Phantoms

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Eva Blue, Unsplash

I relate this part of the story as it was told to me by my friends River Mindshadow and Rhymer Rainbow.

My friends and I had held precariously to the periwinkle colored muskox hair as we dangled in the great abyss.  Bob the hummingbird had brought me the magic-charged hair to guide me as I searched for understanding regarding my visions.  At that moment the fine hair was the only thing between the three of us and a potentially endless fall within the black abyss.  The huge furry faery, Field Yewwasp had rescued Rhymer Rainbow and then River Mindshadow.

(See Episode – 22, A Hair Aflame)

Thanks to the efforts of the crochet circle and Field, my friends were safe.  However, their well-being was damaged from their time in the dark place.  Willow Rainbow, Rhymer’s aunt called for the healer, Lavender Cozy.  The healer borrowed the big moonstone from Crescent Glimmer that she had used to examine what might be wrong beyond my physical ills.  Lavender used the moonstone on River and Rhymer.

(See Episode – 8, Shadows of Body and Mind)

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The Maiden and the Moon, from The Pink Fairy Book, by Andrew Lang artist unknown circa 1897

Lavender shook her head in worry about their condition.  She ordered that my friends stay in bed and not be moved.  So, they stayed at Willow Rainbow’s charming yellow house, where they were when they were pulled from the abyss.  She wouldn’t allow them to even go to any of the Midsummer parties.

“It’s as if they are depressed,” Lavender Cozy said.  “That’s a very dangerous condition for faeries.”

Depression was unheard of in Thistledown, so the healer had to explain the condition.  She emphasized its seriousness.  She said it was not something that the girls could simply shake off or decide to change their moods.

The most worrisome part was that neither of the girls cared that they were missing the parties.  When the day arrived for the grand Midsummer party at Peaches Dragonfly’s orchard, Rhymer and River stayed in bed, without protest.  Concerned, Willow Rainbow stayed home to watch over the girls.  However, they finally persuaded her to go to the spectacular party Peaches was hosting.  It seemed to make them feel a little better that Willow would enjoy herself, so the woman reluctantly agreed.

After a while, shadows filled the bedroom.  Rhymer went to the window and looked at the sky.

“Oh my!  Such dark clouds in the sky.  Could there be a storm?  On Midsummer that’s not the norm,” Rhymer exclaimed.

Something thumped somewhere downstairs.  River jumped out of bed and hurried down the stairs toward the sound.  Rhymer went after River, long rainbow-colored hair streaming behind her as she ran.  They paused for a moment, waiting for any other sound.  Then they heard a rustling sound, like the pages of a book rapidly turning.

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Daniele Levis Pelusi, Unsplash

“I thought your aunt Willow put that book away.  Do you think…” River began.

“That’s coming from the library.  Let’s not tarry,” Rhymer replied.

Opening the door, the first thing the girls noticed was a wide empty spot on the top shelf, where Willow had put the ancient tome.  On the floor, the covers were open and the pages started to turn.  The Etheraris Spiregris moved of its own accord.

Cautiously the girls approached the powerful book that had gotten them into so much trouble.  Step by step they edged closer to the tome.  They were almost upon it when the sun seemed to go behind a heavy cloud.

Looking out the open window they saw that the sky had not clouded because of weather.  A thick flock of hummingbirds had darkened the sky.

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Janet Weight Reed

“That must be every hummingbird in Thistledown!” River cried.

Then the tiny birds started streaming through the window into the library.  They went directly to the rustling pages of the Etheraris Spiregris.  A dozen of the humming birds flew in a circle around the ancient book.  The pages stilled.  Then the birds swooped down and tore out the page on which the book stopped.

River and Rhymer saw the page clearly as the hummingbirds tore it free.  It was the page containing the spell A Perversion of Phantoms.

The birds that had entered the farmhouse flew back outside.  It took several of the tiny avians to carry the page, but it didn’t seem difficult as their flight was so perfectly coordinated.  Then the mass of hummingbirds disappeared without a trace.

Everything became unnaturally quiet.

The End


This Week’s Faery Namers

Click the links to reveal the identity of the namers.  Be sure to visit the “secret” bloggers who have faeries named in honor of them in this episode.

Willow Rainbow

Rhymer Rainbow

River Mindshadow

Field Yewwasp

Crescent Glimmer

Lavender Cozy

Valley Hummer

Impossible as it seems, it looks like all of the hummingbirds may have left Thistledown.  Tune in next weekend when I hope I’ll be able to tell you more.  Until then…

Hugs on the wing!


For an entirely different variety of “fae” read Atonement, Tennessee.  I’m currently editing book-2 and hope to publish soon.

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Atonement, Tennessee

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77 thoughts on “Thistledown – Midsummer Bedlam 31 — A Perversion of Phantoms

  1. “Everything became unnaturally quiet. The End” ?!? Nooooooo! OK, bit of an over-reaction, but this isn’t the end of your writing, I’m taking deep breaths. Of course I had to find this post and all posts because WordPress equals no notifications (still), sigh, but the good stuff is worth searching out.
    Hope this week treats you kindly.
    Mega today is a snowstorm right after our ice storm, tell me it’s warm there and how does it feel, but please don’t tell me it’s the end hugs xoxoxoxox

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    1. LOL… Et tu, Donnate? I always end chapters with “The End” (or if not then almost always). For some reason everybody noticed it with this one. 🙂 I must have succeeded in giving the vibe that the series was nearly over. So you were almost right. I didn’t know it until I started writing Sunday, but the next episode will be the last.
      Sadly cold here too (barely warm enough to prevent snow). I think *spring* will not spring until summer… What a crazy winter/spring… Sending you warm sunny thoughts though, dear Donna. Huge thanks for flying south to visit Thistledown. Hugs on the wing!


  2. Okay, Teagan, you wrote “The End” but this can’t be the real end. It’s just the end of this episode, right? You can’t leave us hanging and the fairies handing and the hummingbirds hanging. More!!

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  3. Hello Teagan, what flights of the hummingbirds… they remind me of my late Mum. Loved them and they visited her often. Hope they’ll be back in Thistledown some day. Your imagination is ‘out there’. Happy Sunday 😊

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    1. Thank you so much, Christoph. I was afraid people weren’t understanding the story. I know it’s difficult with serials. Your visit has made me feel much better, so triple the thanks for taking a moment to visit here. ❤ Great big hugs coming back to you — on the wing! 🙂


  4. Reblogged this on Smorgasbord – Variety is the spice of life and commented:
    It is Saturday and time to pop into Thistledown to check on Bedlam, Bob the Hummingbird and the health of two of Bedlam’s friends Rhymer Rainbow and River Mindshadow who had fallen part way into the abyss with her. Whilst Bedlam and Bob remain in the colourless world, her two friends remain in poor spirits, unable to even raise the enthusiasm to attend the faeries midsummer festivities. Left to rest in Willow Rainbow’s cottage, they become aware that something is stirring downstairs… find out what happens next in this fantastical place.

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    1. LOL, not at all, Billy Ray. I couldn’t help thinking of “The Birds” myself, although I didn’t really intend it to be that creepy. I saw reruns of that movie when I was a kid and it scared the heck out of me. But I still needed those hummingbirds to swoop in en masse — so I decided to just go with it.
      The names have been a big part of the fun of this story. Thanks for visiting. Hugs on the wing!

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  5. I want a magic book, but not one with dangerous spells. 🙂 I hope the hummingbirds were preventing that book from causing more havoc. Or… perhaps they’re going on a mission themselves?? Looking forward to the next installment, Teagan. 🙂

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    1. Hi Suzanne. It’s good to see you. My mouth is still watering from looking at that coconut cake at your post.
      I’ve been lucky to find great photos like that one at I’m delighted that you are part of Thistledown. Hugs on the wing!

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  6. This was a very moving episode, Teagan. I have feelings that are hard to describe. They land somewhere between fear and concern but are being pulled by hope. I have to think the hummingbirds are trying to help.

    The imagery today is wonderful. Hearing how the faeries reacted (or didn’t) to not being able to go to the party, cemented the notion of depression – I can’t imagine (although, being a mega introvert, I understand not being sad to miss a giant social occasion).

    I’ve been caught in the snare of this story sine the start. I’ll be here next week. Thanks for the intro/recap. It’s nice to get reset before venturing out.

    Hugs and have a great weekend!

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    1. Thanks, Dan. One of the greatest pleasures of Thistledown is you being a part of it.
      I realize this story has been running for quite a while, and further extended by my National Novel Writing Month break. As a serial nears its close, I try to pull all the old threads together — but I know folks aren’t likely to remember after so long, so I look up where it was and add a link.
      Ya know! I’m not much for crowds and parties any more either, but it’s the lifeblood of these faeries. Happy weekend hugs right back!

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    1. Hi Olga. I appreciate you taking time to visit Thistledown. LOL, you can guess that I love magical books too. 😀 How could I resist bringing back that book? Yes, I think the little hummers have something up their (sleeves?) wings. Hugs on the wing!


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