Autumn signals to me a time of crafting and cooking; a time when I'll be home-bound now through late spring. Although I love autumn, my health is worse and I'm cold sensitive. I find this strange since I grew up in the northeast corner of Ohio where winter weather is extreme and I had no problems then.
So, starting today, as a gift to you, I'll be posting a recipe or a craft and my book excerpts. The recipes and crafts will be found on my other 2 blogs listed below this paragraph. If you follow one or more of my blogs and/or follow me on Facebook plus comment on the excerpt, I'll be doing some drawing prizes later on. Details to follow in another blog.
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The past three years I've been working on the sequel to 'The Lone Hero'
You can see the cover and read more about it under my tag, Works.
The Lone Hero is the story of an immortal being Einarr who accepts a mission to the dragon planet Aberforth to put an end to the dragon war. The book is available where-ever ebooks are sold for $1.99. Click on the image and it will take you to Amazon.
In the sequel 'Laurence of Dragon Fame' Einarr is called on another mission, this time to Earth. It's the 13th century and christianity has taken hold. The church has issued an order for the death of all dragons. Einarr must help get the dragons safely back to Aberforth.
From the 'The Lone Hero.'
How the war started:
“There’s a weird clump in this ground,” said Mehu as he felt around the ground where he had slept. “We found a dragon’s egg! Notice the light brown color with spots all over it?”
“Maybe that’s how you get a dragon. You have to find an egg.”
“What luck. We’ll raise it then we’ll teach it to take us everywhere.”
The boys struggled to push it up onto the sand.
“It’s huge and heavy,” said Akimo. “How will we get it down?”
“Don’t be dumb. We’ll just slide it.”
They scooped out a pathway to the ledge. With their combined strength, they maneuvered the heavy egg into position and gave it a shove. It rolled rapidly. The boys chased it but when it hit the bottom it cracked open.
Loud squeals erupted as the imperfectly formed draecub struggled to live. It collapsed partly out of its egg; half of its body still adhered inside. The boys tried to soothe it patting its head.
“It’s still hooked to its bed.” Mehu realized if they forced it out it would surely die. “We need Mamma. She delivers babies so she’ll know what to do.”
They tugged at the broken egg but it barely moved so they talked soothingly to the draecub instead. Still it shrieked, each scream an effort until it scarcely whimpered, struggling for each breath. Finally, it flopped forward, silent.
“I think it’s sleeping,” said Mehu.
That’s when they heard the resonant screeching from above and an immense tan dragon alighted. When she examined her lifeless draecub, she turned on the boys and cawed and hissed viciously. They deliberately walked backwards but she grabbed them with her front claws and flew.
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