Table of Contents
Chapter II - AT THE CROWN AND MITRE
Chapter III - IN THE SEVENTH GARDEN
Chapter IV - DOWN THE RABBIT HOLE
Chapter VI - ALADDIN’S TREASURE
Chapter VII - SNOTTY THE SUN GOD
Chapter VIII - IN THE FORTRESS OF THE GNOMES
Chapter IX - MEANWHILE, IN THE MOUNTAINS
Chapter XI - DAWN IN THE MOUNTAINS OF RESISTANCE
Chapter XII - SNOTTY FINDS THE KEY
Chapter XIII - THE BATTLE DRAWS NEAR
Chapter XV - THE TOP OF THE WORLD
Chapter XVI - MEANWHILE, ON THE PLAINS OF DESOLATION
Chapter XVII - A DOOMED ATTEMPT
Chapter XXII - SNOTTY SAVES THE DAY
Chapter XXIII - A STARRY NIGHT
Chapter XXIV - DESPAIR, A BLOODY STUMP, AND A GLIMMER OF HOPE
An Incomplete List of Publications by Arcadian Scholars
Praise for Dr. Alan Fallaize’s
Excerpts from Dr. Alan Fallaize’s classic work,
More praise for SNOTTY SAVES THE DAY
“Tod Davies has produced an imaginative book that will make readers think twice: do they know the meaning of fairy tales and of their own lives?”
—Jack Zipes, author of Why Fairy Tales Stick
“The Arcadians know that real wisdom is found in fairy tales. Look inside this world and find wonder. Thank goodness for Tod Davies, who knows we need fairy tales.”
—Kate Bernheimer, editor of My Mother She Killed Me, My Father He Ate Me and Fairy Tale Review
At EXTERMINATING ANGEL PRESS,
we’re taking a new approach to our world.
A new way of looking at things.
New stories, new ways to live our lives.
We’re dreaming how we want our lives and our world to be…
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by E. E. King
EDITOR’S NOTE
This book came to Exterminating Angel Press in an unusual way. We still don’t know entirely what to make of it, though everyone around here feels it should be published, and in its original form.
It was like this: sometime last year, in the late fall, I went out as usual to walk the dogs in the woods behind the house. There’s a big tree back there, next to the creek, one that’s bigger than all the others, saved from the general logging of the area back at the turn of the twentieth century. It’s a fir, and it’s so big around that you can’t hug it; two people can’t even touch fingers if they