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Motherless Brys Arnsson digs himself into trouble. Bad trouble. Tricked by a troll in J.M. Ney-Grimm's richly imagined North-lands, Brys must dig himself and his best friend back out of danger. But that requires courage . . . and self-honesty. Traits Brys lacks at depth.
A twist on a classic, The Troll's Belt builds from humor-threaded conflict to white-knuckle suspense.
PRAISE FOR THE TROLL'S BELT
"I loved this story! It is lively, perky and interesting. While the author notes it is "a re-casting of Hansel & Gretel with a Norse twist," I found the storyline to be much more creative and original. I am looking forward to reading more from J.M. Ney-Grimm!" —W. Walsh
"The writing style is fantastic. It's somehow youthful (as it's through the eyes of a twelve year old) and mature at the same time. Normally, it would be a challenge to discuss...responsibility, loyalty and forgiveness with such a young "voice," but Ney-Grimm does so easily. The result is a thought provoking tale...Heartily recommended, and it's made me look forward to reading more of her work!" —James J. Parsons
EXCERPT FROM THE TROLL'S BELT
Brys slammed the door behind him and stomped across his room in fury.
It wasn’t fair. It just wasn’t fair.
Did Jol have to sweep the floors each afternoon when school let out?
Did Jol have to wash the curing cheese wheels in his motter’s dairy?
Did Jol have to help put up vats of kraut when too many cabbages were ready in the garden?
Of course not.
It wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair, it wasn’t fair!
He banged open the shutters of his bed nook, threw himself down on the mattress, and punched his pillows a few times.
And now he wouldn’t get to go to the solstice bonfire either, shun it!
Lars’ patter had promised that all the kids old enough could come early and build the fire. Lars said there would be rope-climbing contests, a juggling tournament, and limb-running races.
Shun it! Shun it! Shun it!
Why had he answered back when Patter reminded him of the sweeping chore? He knew it was his responsibility. It was just . . . that he’d thought he’d finished everything.
Pilka and Pehmea, their household reindeer, retrieved from today’s herd boy, milked, and settled in the byre.
Cheeses washed, turned, and re-weighted.
Clean laundry fetched from Aunt Mersela and put away.
And the mended chair delivered to Froiken Ildsdotter.
Everything tidy, the chores complete, and his time his own. The schoolmaster had even refrained from setting homework in honor of the evening festival, so the rest of the day was his.
Except then Patter had returned unexpectedly from the mill—something about a caliper-and-chisel set forgotten and needed for one of the men—just as Brys was heading for the entry staircase.
Patter took one look around and said sternly, “Why is there still mud on this floor?”
And Brys had answered, “Because you tracked it in.”