With all the 2027 books written, I had nothing to do. So I Started working on an E'steem story Idea I wanted to write for several years. Now that I've finally got all the story points fleshed out in an outline, I'm putting fingers to the keyboard on my second mystery story.
E'steem: Magickal Murder Mystery follows up plot threads in E'steem: Faerie Tale and E'steem: Horror in The Hamptons. Even if you haven't read those stories, you'll be able to access this one. Cause I make every story an entry point for new readers. Anyway, this one revolves around a who done it in the culinary world.
I'm trying to get back to the Monster High All grown up themes that made E'steem's book a fan favorite. Everything is still rough, but I thought I'd share the first chapter with you so far. THIS IS A FIRST DRAFT SO NOTHING IS FINAL
Chapter 1
Time to make some magick. In the kitchen.
I sit in the dressing room looking at the reflection of myself in the vanity mirror wearing a green silk designer dress and heels. Not what I’d usually cook in, but when I’m making an appearance on a livestream that’ll be seen all over the world I need to look my best.
While I’m used to making magick with a wand and a cauldron in Avalon, I want to show I make magick in a different way in this 21st Century. I’ve always had a passion for cooking. And now that I’ve worked past my centuries of bitterness and anger, I want to share my love of food with people all over the world. I’m hoping that when people hear the name Morgan Le Fay in from this age forward they’ll associate it with a world class foodie, not a evil sorceress.
Now that I’m made up and dressed up and in wardrobe, I’m just doing my best to calm my nerves before I make my appearance on the Morris Dish livestream. John Haynes went to a lot of lengths to get me on this show and I want to make a smashing first impression on all the mortals when I show them how much more they can do with Morris Phillips’ Lady Fae’s Cake Mix. He was kind enough to give me this opportunity to launch this new product line after I did him wrong to get back at E’steem, and I want to make the most of my chance at redemption.
I’m trying to take my mind off my anxieties about being on camera looking at some TikTok videos when the door to my dressing room cracks open. I look at the time on my Smartphone. 9:35. Our show starts at ten, so I know it’s not time to go to air. Is something wrong?
I realize what’s wrong isn’t one of the PA’s coming to let me know about a change to the schedule. It’s the host of Morris Dish, Gordon Razzy. The lean middle aged blonde Michelin Star chef dressed in a slim fitting designer shirt, black slacks and Italian shoes. From the frown on his face, I can tell he’s not here to tell me to break a leg. “I see you’ve managed to cast a spell on someone to get an appearance on my show Morgan.” Gordon snarls.
I thought he’d keep things professional. But it looks like he’s still holding a grudge against me for serving those dry scones years ago at the British Baking Show when I started getting serious about entering the culinary world. I’m going to have to turn the other cheek if I hope to get through today’s show. “Well, I’m launching a major product line for Morris Phillips. So I’d have to say my cooking has improved-”
“Selling box cakes and packaged cookies?” Gordon sneers. “Even with your elfin magic you’re still amateur hour-”
That’s Fae magick. And I’d like to think I could get on the gourmet level with a little more practice. “That’s what you say until you taste what I’ve got planned for today’s show.”
“I’m hoping you’re not planning on practicing some of your witchcraft-”
I’m not a witch. I’m a Sorceress. There’s a difference. “You know I don’t practice sorcery in the kitchen-”
“No, if you used your magick in your cooking it might just be edible.”
“So I guess you’re not here to tell me to break a leg?”
“I’m hoping I don’t break my teeth on whatever concoction you make with that mess of a cake mix you’re pushing-”
“My cake mix isn’t a mess-”
“Just don’t pull anything on my show.”
After giving me my warning, Gordon storms out of the dressing room. While the old me would turn him into a toad, the new me has got too much riding on today’s show to get into it with him.
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