Welcome to Incunabula
We're glad you stumbled
through our door!
The Land of Incunabula (which is pronounced Ink-you-NAB-you-luh) is in
trouble. And I donít mean the sort of didnít-do-its-homework or
didnít-walk-the-dog trouble, I mean the kind of trouble you find lurking
under your bed or deep in your closet in the darkest hours of a stormy,
wind-blown Halloween night. Incunabula is in the kind of trouble that has teeth. The magic at Incunabulaís heart
is disappearing, fading like the glow of an aging lightening bug. Without its
magic, Incunabula will die.
We've sent the Tumble-down Wizard to
earth to find a child who can save us. Our magic comes from the imaginations
of the children of earth - whatever you dream of there comes true for
us here. Without your magic, our land will starve, so send us your
dreams, your fantasies, your crazy, idle, middle-of-math-class thoughts. Keep
Incunabula alive while we fight the disease of the Creeping Nasties, and we
just might have a chance.
Look around our website and read about the strange characters who inhabit
this land. And come back often! Incunabula changes fast.
the story of Incunabula in a book called Marietta and the Creeping
Nasties by Shannon
Perry. Email email@example.com
for further details on how to order the book in paperback or for your Kindle
And now thereís a second
story, Marietta and the Giant Mistake, also available on the Kindle from Amazon.com.
Watch out for Fester and Ooze, and mind
your step around the Bottomless Pit of Falling Paul. Incunabula is a place of
magic, and not all magic is friendly . . . .