Kate Hoffmann - Danny

A book in the Mighty Quinns series, 2011

Dear Reader,

Welcome to the second book in my Mighty Quinns trilogy, featuring youngest brother, Danny.

About ten years ago, I happened across a small blacksmith shop near my hometown and decided to stop in and see what was going on. Id nearly forgotten that place until I was looking for a profession for Danny Quinn and it just popped into my head.

I was so impressed by an artist using fire and tools to coax beautiful shapes from reluctant iron. It took strength and patience and creativity-exactly the qualities I wanted for Danny.

I hope you enjoy The Mighty Quinns: Danny. And dont miss the final book in the trilogy next month, when eldest brother, Kellan, meets his match.

Happy reading,

Kate Hoffmann

DANNY QUINN PULLED the pocketknife from his jacket and opened the blade. He carefully cut into the piece of soap hed stolen from beneath the kitchen sink, hoping his mother wouldnt notice it was missing before he had a chance to finish his carving.

A brisk breeze blew off the sea, scattering the flakes of soap in the sand. Hed come down to his favorite spot, a spot hed named Smugglers Cove, to get away from his brothers. There werent many places the youngest Quinn had all to his own, but this was one of them.

Hed spent a lot of solitary time in the area. Beyond the cliffs was the old haunted castle, a place his older brothers always talked about. He hadnt quite gathered the courage to venture inside; but he had found this spot, far enough from the ghosts and goblins that guarded the old tower. Though it was a five-kilometer walk cross-country, it was worth it to put distance between him and his tormentors.

Today, just after breakfast, he had sneaked away from home, his rucksack packed with a lunch, scraps of driftwood and soap and his pocketknife-ready to enjoy a day alone. Who needed older brothers anyhow? He was just grand on his own.

I saw him go down here!

Danny looked up to see his eldest brother, Kellan, standing thirty feet above him. He scrambled back to hide himself against the rocks, but he wasnt fast enough. Hes down at the bottom, Kellan shouted.

Go away, Danny yelled. This is my place and you cant come down.

How did you get down there? Kellan called.

I jumped, Danny shot back.

Riley appeared beside Kellan. It was now two against one, the typical breakdown between the three brothers. Bollocks! Riley said. Tell us how you got down or well tell Ma you were climbing on the cliffs.

They wouldnt go away. His older brothers were merciless. Find the rock that looks like a duck, Danny finally said. The path is on the other side of that. He watched as Riley and Kellan searched for the right spot and then slowly descended through the rocks. As they both leapt down onto the sand, Danny watched them warily.

How did you find this place? Kellan asked, looking around in wonder.

I was searching for driftwood in the rocks. I just found it. He cursed. How did you find me?

We followed you, Kellan said, a wide grin on his face. We were curious where you were off to in such a rush.

What are you doin down here? Riley asked. He pointed to the bar of soap that Danny held to his chest. Whats that? Are you plannin on a bath, then? Tryin to smell grand for your girlfriend, Evelyn? Riley laughed, jabbing Kellan in the side with his elbow. Thats why hes hidin out here. Danny has a sweetheart. Maybe shes meetin him here for a bit of snogging.

You in love with Evelyn, Danno? Kellan asked, circling around him.

No, Danny muttered. I dont have a girl.

Then why are you holdin so tight to that soap? Riley asked.

Danny tried to shove it in his jacket pocket, but Kellan was waiting to snatch it from his grip. Danny cursed as his brother retreated a safe distance.

What are you doing with this? Kellan said with a laugh, looking down at the dragons head that Danny had begun to carve. He immediately went silent. Riley frowned, then walked over to Kellans side. What is it?

Where did you get this? Kellan asked.

Its mine, Danny murmured. Now give it over.

Who did you steal this from? Kellan demanded.

No one. I told you, its mine.

Riley held up the soap, pointing to the dragons head. You carved this?

I did, Danny said, grabbing the soap back from his brother.

Shut yer gob, Riley said. You cant carve like that. Youre just a baby.

Dannys eyes narrowed. Im eight years old.

Prove it, Riley challenged. Prove you carved that.

I dont have to do anything you tell me, Danny said. Youre not my da, so feck off, the both of you.

Maybe he did, Kellan said. Hes a clever little shite. After all, he found this place, didnt he?

I did, Danny insisted. And Ill show you. Plopping down on the sand, he opened his rucksack and began to pull out all the carvings hed done in the past few months. His collection was always changing-some he kept, some he gave to school chums and some he threw into the sea when they looked too crude against the others.

Riley and Kellan watched him, silently, suspiciously. But as his menagerie of animals and insects and mythic creatures grew, they leaned in more closely. Will you look at that, Kellan murmured. He reached out and picked up a beetle that Danny was particularly proud of, carved out of a palm-sized piece of driftwood. How do you do this?

I have to find a good piece of wood first, Danny explained. Then I stare at it for a while, and pretty soon I see what I want to carve. Then, I just take away everything that isnt the beetle. My teacher says thats how the great sculptors do it.

Look at this, Riley said, grabbing a dinosaur. Hes even got the spikes on the tail.

They sat down on either side of him and examined all of Dannys carvings, their comments filled with awe and respect for his talents. This was the first time in his whole life that his brothers had taken him seriously. Usually, they just ignored him and left him behind. But now, he could do something they couldnt. And that was like gold.

Would you like one, then? Danny asked.

His brothers looked at each other. We can have one?

Sure, he said. Any one you like.

Can ya make me something? Kellan asked.

Danny nodded. I can. If you find a picture, I can carve it. He rummaged in his rucksack until he found the photo hed torn out of a magazine. Im going to make this troll for Mas garden, for her birthday, but I have to find a big piece of wood.

Well help you find one, Riley said. Theres got to be a good piece around here somewhere.

He and his brothers searched the beach for a long time, climbing over the rocks and talking about Dannys carvings. It was the best day of Dannys whole life, better than any day he could remember. Somehow, he knew things had changed, that he was someone important to Riley and Kellan now. The duo was now a trio.

I can show you something else, Danny offered. Its a secret and you cant tell Da or Ma or theyll take the strap to us all. And you cant tell anyone else. None of your friends. It has to be for Quinn brothers only.

We swear, Kellan said.

You have to make a blood oath, Danny said. He opened his pocketknife and held out his hand. Without flinching, he cut the tip of his index finger, then handed the knife to Riley. Do it, he said. Or I wont tell you.

Reluctantly, both Kellan and Riley cut their fingers, then let the blood drip onto their palms. Then the three brothers grasped hands, mingling their blood. Riley grinned at Kellan. Hes a brave little bugger, isnt he?

Lets see it, Kellan said, drawing his hand away.