Mason Bushell ~ A Compendium of Characters ~ Book Tour / Excerpts / Giveaway



A Compendium of Characters

by Mason Bushell


Genre: Short Stories, Fantasy, Paranormal, Mystery, Adventure





The world of imagination is a magical place filled with fantastical stories.

Inside A Compendium of Characters you’ll be drawn into myth, legend, and mystery on every page, and across various genres.

You’ll meet aliens, vampires, angels, and maybe a ghost or two; discover stranded people, farmers with shotguns and people to save.

There’ll be romantic liaisons, fairytale frolics, and mysteries to solve!






“Most humans flatten poor innocent insects, you know,” said a tiny, feminine voice in a crystalline, almost choral, tone.

“I know. It’s a crying shame, for none of them mean a shred of harm; except wasps, of course.” Harriet looked all over the lily flowers again. The owner of the voice was still hidden in the foliage.

The little voice giggled. “Wasps are always in a bad mood. I tried to cheer some of them up once. You should have heard the rude words they called me. It was enough to make my ears curl.”

“I’m not surprised, rotten little devils.” The old lady sat back, placing her hands in her lap. She decided to stop looking for the owner of the voice in her flowers, realising she would show herself when she was ready. “I’m Harriet, do you have a name?”

“They call me Buttercup Lily.”



‘Kerry’s world had faded to sunlight-dappled shades of green. She felt as if the woodland was hugging her tight. It was always her most favourite place to go for a walk to relax.’


‘A white sailing skiff flashed through his mind, severed by a bolt of lightning behind his eyes. He remembered the storm and the rogue wave that capsized his vessel. There was nothing else until now.’

“Hmm, that’s so good!” He drank for another two minutes. “I’ll make a camp at the forest fringe to watch for boats. I can drink all I need and hunt the rabbits…” Harry planned aloud, as if he were giving himself orders. “Yes – I can survive here. Erm, I’ll need fires for signalling as well. I—”

‘Marie-Clair was still there… lurking… following in the shadows. From the bushes she leapt, howling like a banshee.’



Honestly, I’d rather wear a coat of bacon and enter a wolves’ den.” Skoll blew his cold-reddened nose and stepped forward. All the way along the jetty, his eyes roved the planks for clues. The birches on the island still held a few bronzy leaves on their skeletal limbs. Autumn was just a month ago.


Mendes let out an animalistic growl. He was foaming at the mouth as he took a devilish step forward.

“Yeah! Come on, freakshow, shoot me!” Skoll beckoned, his teeth gritted with fury.





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About the Author

Mason is a naturalist in every way and spends much of his time in the nature reserves by his home. His faithful dog Lucy is never too far away, especially when he is experimenting with the culinary arts. Mason loves a good mystery and dreams of opening a restaurant like the Workhouse soon.


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