One Foot in Sea, and One on Shore, To One Thing Constant Never

 Sigh no more, ladies, sigh no more.
Men were deceivers ever,
One foot in sea, and one on shore,
To one thing constant never.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey nonny, nonny.

Sing no more ditties, sing no more
Of dumps so dull and heavy.
The fraud of men was ever so
Since summer first was leafy.
Then sigh not so, but let them go,
And be you blithe and bonny,
Converting all your sounds of woe
Into hey, nonny, nonny.

William Shakespeare, Much Ado About Nothing

Our Hyacinth Macaw Parrot Princess Tara searching for her pirate at Seattle's Alki Beach.

She Was Not Quite What You Would Call Unrefined

Princess Tara is thrilled to release the dead tree edition of her latest fantasy novel, She Was Not Quite What You Would Call Unrefined, Part Two of the Kālarātri or Black Night Trilogy, now available from Blue Parrot Books.

What do you do when you discover your parrot is a witch? A witch with a coffee addiction. She needs your help to save your world from a goddess of death and her zombie army of the dead. A coven of witches comprised of a pandemonium of parrots and one black cat seek the help of a couple of Seattle history professors to uncover the magic that will give them a fighting chance against a witch who controls death and time: