Teffy was just tending to the garden of Mr. and Mrs. Nimfy when elderly Mrs. Nimfy called her into the Tree-Home. Someone has died; that someone was a father, and that father has a son. That son is off wandering the planet Calda beyond the secure borders of a place Teffy likes to call Home. Mrs. Nimfy has asked her to go and find him---to go and find her Nephew Ninky.
Destiny or coincidence? Like the chain reaction of tumbling dominos, the crumbling Kingdoms of Calda pull Teffy into doing many things that are crucial to the world.
Join her along with a group of strange, funny, peculiar, and scary characters such as: Chalker the chicken, Lord Artinus II, Bobble and Talki the ponies, Ninky Nimfy the divorcing Nephew, Tron, Fank, and Colof, as she fights against the evil band of ninjas to restore freedom to all the kingdoms of Calda. Visit places you'll have a hard time just imagining as you follow Teffy on her journey in...
Teffy: The Search for Nephew Ninky
From the time she was about 5 years old, Carrie Kreth has wanted to be a writer. That dream became real when she was 17 and her first book was published.
Carrie grew up in Northern California with her 6 brothers and 4 sisters. She was home-schooled by her mother her entire life; she had several wonderful teachers who encouraged her to keep writing. She has an unexplainable love for chickens and plans to have her own chicken ranch some day. She's an active member of the Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-Day Saints.
She has plans to attend college to acquire her degree in Creative Writing, and, of course, she plans on writing many more books in the future.
A cold draft crept through the open window. Why was it opened? Teffy didn’t open it. She shivered harshly, awakened by the noise that rose through the gaps in the floorboards. She could hear the daily ruckus of the saloon below. She sat on the edge of the bed quietly listening for a moment. Some exciting commotion was brought in with the opening of the tavern door.
“What happened to you, Jorge?” She heard Bill thunder in amazement. The door slammed, followed by what sounded like a bucket of water spilling across the timber floor.
“The weirdest thing just happened…” Jorge said, in a confused tone. “There was just a straight downpour!”
“Rain?” A woman shrieked. “There’s not a cloud in that sky!” she argued.
“No, honest! There really was!” Jorge protested. “I wouldn’t even call it rain; it was like a giant bucket ‘o water was just dumped down on me.”
“Nonsense! You were probably just drunk, as usual…” Bill grumbled.
“Go out to my farmhouse, Bill, it’s as wet as the sand by the sea!”
“Quit your yappin’ and just come get yur usual ale, ya great drunk!” Bill hollered. After that, everyone in the saloon continued jabbering their usual jibber, so Teffy couldn’t pick out any more of the conversation.