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Chapter 3 of the story unfolds within this track, where the human and fairytale protagonists have just met on a magical frosty and foggy night in December...
It began as Dirk's wonderful piano interpretation of my original "Call of Mektoub" theme, which I wrote in 2010. We asked Alexander to join us in creating something new and special for this year's edition of the ebook, and his Nordic charm gives it yet another new breath of life.
You will find me tinkering around at the end of the track - hopefully providing the mystery that takes the reader and listener to what lies ahead!
I'd like to thank Andreas Richters, PessoaZ , for providing me within some magical "sparkle" samples and Yura, Ұurgent , for his "Wind of the Polar Night" sample. And of course, Dirk and Alex for their amazing talent, friendship and support for Mektoub Music !
If you like what you hear, please follow Mektoub's cloud as there will be more magical music to follow soon!
"...The strange, tall elfin man stood up and walked towards the sideboard. He ran his long fingers gently across the cover of The Book, then turned to Emma and asked, “May I?” with his hand poised to open The Book at Chapter Five.
“Yes, of course.” It suddenly dawned on Emma, that the loose page from The Book, the shooting star and the unlikely meeting with Jack Frost and Tweeny Bunting were not a coincidence.
As Jack carefully opened The Book, a faint tinkling sound echoed around the room and a shower of magical dust burst from its pages. Emma felt Lucy’s arm wrap itself tightly around hers. She had just walked back into the room and had seen the starburst of twinkling dust from the doorway. Neither could speak, but Lucy felt her mother’s hand squeeze her arm protectively.
Jack’s face was sombre. “Whipper Whopper has returned.”
Jack did not like Whipper Whopper. In fact, he loathed him. Merely the mention of his name would make the normally quiet and dreamy-headed frost-maker tremble with rage.
The clock on the mantelpiece struck eight. Jack stared at it, stroking his chin thoughtfully..."
Excerpt from "The Call of Mektoub" by Helen S Michaelsen © 2013