Hello Adventurer! Welcome to the world of the Rasha La!
Maybe I should say, "Welcome back!" since you're probably a veteran now of their world. How do you like migrating with the Rasha La? I'd love to hear from you! Please drop me a line at:
Allen Deters, Spring Grove, MN 55974, or email: deters2@springgrove.coop.
Of course, there is also a contact page on this site, but I always think those are a bit impersonal. Nevertheless, it's in the upper right corner and that's fine too!
The Butterflies, Yero and Boca: 2020 Tetralogy Edition
Epic fantasy adventure! Lost Children return to Earth as Monarch Butterflies and attempt the Great Migration.
Complete 4-book series in one volume.
The Tetralogy
Tales of the Rasha La
Beyond the Moonwalk
byways of the Butterflies
The Lure of the Dragon Range
Tales of the Rasha La, volume 1, portrays the migration during a year of weather extremes so typical of our time.
Target reader is Age 16 through adult.
Here are monarchs of the little-known subspecies Rasha La, a girl and a boy recently arrived in the wildwood. You’ll find these merry adventurers —the last monarchs of the Northern Autumn — in an idyllic setting unaware of the impending onset of winter. They have delayed their journey too long and are about to be caught up in the change of seasons.
As snow begins to fall another tardy migrator (a hummingbird) takes them in tow, but it may be too late for all of them. The snowflakes become a squall, then a blizzard, and then another storm follows in its wake. Their world becomes a playground of the North Wind, nightly refuge a necessity, and while a good guide can find shelter even in the teeth of winter there are no vacancies, and a guide cannot be everywhere at once.
Further highlights in the story:
In a moment without their guide the butterflies are thrown out of a cozy coon’s den for inappropriate remarks, only to be enticed into a lair of hungry spiders.
A deranged daddy-longlegs saves them temporarily, but only a duel of sorcery between their guide and the Grande Dame of the Black Widows will settle the matter.
The 2nd night’s lodging is in a large hornet nest—deserted except for a lone survivor who happened to be the Official Sifter of Gossip in the hive during the past summer.
The next night must be spent beneath an overhung riverbank in a blizzard. Snow drifts over the bank all night and traps them in a snow cave by morning. Sulphur butterflies are trapped there too, hibernating in frost; but there is an unusual way to speak with them.