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'Laurence of Dragon Fame' is the second book in the dragon series and part of my Immortals collection.
The Immortals were first introduced in 'Always'.
(I'd like to thank the talented Joleene Naylor for these fantastic covers.)
The Immortals live on the Other Side where they dwell in peace and love. They may choose whenever they wish to be born into mortality on any planet they want to improve themselves or to accomplish missions.
Einarr is my lead Immortal. He has an eternal love, Katura. He is a strong Immortal and intelligent, but serious. He has a circle of friends that includes Paulos (a legendary Greek Warrior and Olympian) and Jenniere (an Amazon Warrior from Atlantis).
When born into mortality, they're given names by their mortal parents, so in 'Always' Einarr is named Simon Isaac Umbridge.
(I thank Roger Lawrence and Joleene Naylor for this amazing cover.)
'The Lone Hero' is where Einarr is named Einarr, and he choses to keep that name for all eternity.
In 'Laurence of Dragon Fame' Einarr is given the name Laurence Di Draco.
But no matter what his name, his immortal personality remains the same.
Here are some excerpts from the three books:
Unable to sleep due to his surfaced emotions, Simon attempted to drown his persistent phantoms with a bottle of Scotch. Damn Dixie. Damn all women, he thought. He got out of bed, downed another large swallow of his drink, and dressed. He knew what he must do to release the demons that haunted him. It never failed.
Simon splashed cold water on his face and ran his hand through his hair. Pull it together, man. I must make them think they’re setting me up. Easy enough to do. There are plenty of idiots who need a good bashing. Staring at himself in the mirror, he flexed his hands several times. His jaw set tight, his right thumb jerked. One quick conflict and good-bye to his nagging memories. He dried his face, put on his jacket, and headed out to brawl.
The Other Side:
The placid day echoed the soft sounds of murmuring brooks, twittering birds, chiming bells, and choirs singing from all directions. Harmony permeated everywhere. The ultra-violet sky illuminated the foliage, and brilliant colours shone in sparkling hues.
Spirits walked about or popped in or out. Some entered buildings, others mused with friends; smiling spirits in appeased states. Dressed in long flowing robes of white or soft pastels, they greeted each other respectfully through telepathy.
Time ran continually, with no finite lives or linear periods. No sadness, no evil, no violence, no fear, no worries existed. Unity, happiness, and goodwill abounded. An eternity of serenity, contentment, and piety prevailed. An air of love wound throughout the Kingdom.
Now and then, mellow tinklings and hymns could be heard from below. These sounds brought joy to this cherished Realm.
Einarr walked with his beloved Katura in his favourite place, the Jasmine Gardens near the Guides’ School. His dog companion Chirr was with them. Kek-Kek, once a sparrow hawk, sang in a nearby tree embellished with pink-and rose-hued flowers of many shapes.
The Lone Hero:
The Other Side:
The class exited and solemnly progressed along the path to the next building. Similar to the Dome Room, a large globe occupied the center, rimmed by seats set apart from each other.
Once Einarr sat, the name 'Einarr' resonated through him. He watched bits of his lives unfold, beginning with his first excursion to Aberforth. Several scenes depicted him with his associates, and he heard Laurence, Night Watcher, Edgar, and Simon among many titles.
Aberforth - the dragon homeworld:
Einarr adopted a strict regimen, refusing to waste a moment in his madness to exact revenge. Respite only brought the haunting nightmares, guilt, and panic. He allowed a few berries when they woke up with short breaks until nightfall when they would search for more food. He’d hunt or fish while she collected fruits and roots. When he caught an animal he’d practice slaughtering techniques that he’d develop, much to the horror of his mother. After their meal, Einarr spent time searching for small game which he’d cook during the night so they didn’t squander time the next day. Sometimes they ate while they walked. Once settled for the night, he’d sharpen his weapons that were once his father’s.
The years passed and he became adept at finding dragons and thrilled in the kill. He developed the ability to detect where they would be and how many, when to remain distant from them, and when to charge. He couldn’t count how many he’d dealt with. That didn’t matter to him. Plenty still roamed the skies. He pleasured in taunting his enemy whenever he got the chance. Everyone thought the creatures were clever and extremely strong, but Einarr knew better. He immobilized them effortlessly. Not until he eradicated every last dragon would he give up his pursuit.
'Laurence of Dragon Fame'
The Other Side:
Time passed. Einarr often visited Aderheim Draconus and always participated in the games. He and his grandmother never lost. He had traveled to Earth twice on missions since Aberforth, but his experiences on the dragon planet remained his most memorable and molded him into a powerful and resilient individual, thus creating the strong bond between him and dragons.
He had been dedicated to his missions and forthright in his deeds, but his first mortal life as the Lone Hero and half-son to Zavat had honed his mental and physical abilities beyond those of normal spirits. Even though eons had passed since his time on the dragon planet and even though he’d traveled twice to Earth, Einarr missed Aberforth the most and especially his father. Of the families he’d acquired when in corporeal form, of those he had come to love, he treasured Zavat the most.
It was late afternoon when an agitated Laurence led his black steed to the appointed spot. They had crawled through thick thorny bushes eventually reaching towering boulders. Zavat had cussed repeatedly at the brambles and thorns that jabbed the sensitive pads of his paws.
Normally, Laurence would have teased Zavat, but his anxiety gripped him and nothing seemed funny. He had been contemplating this gathering and he was sure of one thing. Dragons did exist and they did pay homage to him. How many bowed when they saw him? How many stood in awe? How many called him the Lone Hero? But an Elven wife and children? Yet he fondly remembered them and missed them dearly.
He hadn’t been back to see the D’Onores in months nor had he written to them. He hadn’t given them much thought at all. He and Zavat had been busy checking that dragons had left their lairs or guiding them to passageways. He and Zavat had become close again and he knew beyond a doubt that Zavat was his true kin.
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Defining Characters Dragons Continued
What if you as a writer wanted to develop an entire world of dragons? How would you go about it? The name of the planet came to me easy enough - Aberforth, and an epic poem began, but also a story developed.
On Earth there are many different types of people and many species of animals. Wouldn't it be the same elsewhere? To get inspiration, I combed the internet for dragon images. Then, as my imagination went into drive, I developed a variety of dragons and their personalities.
My favorite dragon is the Klimbanan-Swimman, a smaller brown dragon with dark brown rings around him and white tufts of fur on his head. Klimbanan-Swimman means climber-swimmer and they're very agile, swift, and highly intelligent.
In The Lone Hero, I introduced readers to Shuma, his mate Tsama, and Zeemsa.
In Laurence of Dragon Fame, I'm introducing two of Shuma's grandchildren, Tsazo and Tzuzutz.
Klimbanan-Swimman have certain characteristics. For one thing, they don't think humans are very intelligent.
Here is when Pietro meets Tsazo and Tzuzutz:
“I’ll send a runner to you if I do,” said Pietro.
“His runner is heading your way,” said Zavat.
Pietro smirked. “You don’t hide communing with your long lost relative so well. What’s the problem?”
Tsazo peeked his head in from the doorway.
“Mio Dio, it’s the same lizard from the desert and the mountains.”
“No need to be afraid, superstitious dumb-dumb,” said Tsazo. “Hut-dwellers are slow thinkers, I know. I’m not a lizard, dim-witted biped, I’m a dragon.”
Pietro chuckled. “He talks too? He insults me while being nice? Is this true that he’s a dragon?”
Tsazo scurried onto the bed and under the covers. “How are your legs?” He scampered up and down them while he pushed and nipped. He pulled and pushed on Pietro’s toes. “Do you feel this? Does it hurt? What about now?”
“What are you doing, little one? Get out of my covers.” Pietro tugged on him and Tsazo re-appeared and sat on Pietro’s chest.
“You’re heavy for a lizard.”
“I’m not a lizard, slow-minded hut-dweller.” He leaned and patted Pietro’s cheek. “Nice human. Nice boy. Good nipper. I’ll explain in simple terms so you understand. There are many kinds of dragons.”
Laurence explained. “This dragon’s a Klimbanan-Swimman and he’s young. It means climber-and-swimmer because they’re good at both. They’re small, agile, and clever and they think humans are dimwitted.”
“I understand that point already,” said Pietro.
“I’m to be your runner.” Tsazo proudly pointed to his chest, “and in case you need two, my younger sister will help.” Tsazo called out, “Tzuzutz.”
A smaller brown dragon crept around the doorframe. She had several tufts of white hair about her head, more than most Klimbanan-Swimmans, and tiny dark brown rings about her body.
“This is my sister, Tzuzutz. I call her Fuzzy because of the furry bunches on her head. She came to meet the Lone Hero.”
“What’s a lone hero?” asked Pietro.
“Why, the famous hut-dweller, the dragons’ greatest hero, of course, and a biped even.” Tsazo pointed at Laurence.
Tzuzutz walked to Laurence and bowed respectfully. She swayed as she spoke timidly. “Mi patér and mi grand-parents talk often of you, Lone Hero. Tsazo and I go to your burial chambers regularly. We help keep it clean with Zeemsa. I read your legends all the time and listen to Zeemsa’s stories about you.” She shyly put her claw in her mouth and shuffled her feet.
Laurence knelt on one knee and patted his other knee. Tzuzutz jumped up and sat down. He took her paw and kissed it and she giggled.
“Ooh, curls.” She fluffed his hair. “Lots of them.”
He removed her claws from his locks and kissed her paw again. She tittered. “I’m not permitted to remember much about my past life, but I’ll say this. Both of you resemble your grand-parents, whom I remember well and love, and I’m glad you keep the fortress clean.”
“Very clean,” she said, nodding yes.
“Very clean,” repeated Laurence with a smile.
Tzuzutz cupped a hand near her mouth. “Tsazo helps because of Zeemsa. Whenever he’s near her he looks like this.” She clasped her hands to her chest, leaned in towards Laurence, opened her eyes wide, fluttered her lashes, and sighed.
“I do not,” said Tsazo, embarrassed.
“Do too,” she replied. “You favor Zeemsa.”
“H’m,” said Laurence. “Zeemsa’s like a daughter, er, dhugheter to me. Maybe I should be concerned.”
Tzuzutz giggled and jumped off his knee. She ran around the walls and up onto the bed then settled down next to héré bhrater who nipped at her.
“You love these dragons, I see this. They adore you and you’re a hero to them because you’re saving them?” asked Pietro.
Tsazo interrupted his sister. “No, Tzuzutz. Lord Zavat doesn’t allow us to say.” He bit her.
“Ow. I know, but I want to tell the poor sickly human. Our stories might cheer him. Laurence was the Lone―”
Tsazo bit harder.
“No biting in my bedroom,” warned Pietro.
“That’s how Klimbanan-Swimmans train each other,” said Laurence.
“Not in my room. Taddeo was a biter. I still bear marks. So, your horse has a name and a title. Lord Zavat. Does it mean anything?”
“It means big troublemaker,” replied Laurence.
Tsazo and Tzuzutz doubled over while they emitted their high pitched squeals of laughter and Zavat whinnied.
Pietro scrutinized his cousin then turned to his two guests. “I’ll allow you to visit and to be runners, but you mustn’t let anyone see or hear you. When we’re alone at night, I’ll tell you stories about me and you whisper your secrets to me.”
Both Klimbanan-Swimmans looked at Laurence, who shook his head ‘no.’
“We’ll see,” said Pietro.
“We’ll see,” agreed Tzuzutz. “Can we have warm fires every night?” She tucked his blankets tighter around him.
“You’re my guests, so of course.”
“And fruits and nuts?” asked Tsazo.
“As much as you want, if you don’t bite.”
“We’d never bite you hard,” said Tsazo. Tzuzutz agreed.
“They’ll keep me good company and I may learn some little known facts about you, Cousin,” said Pietro.
Laurence gave the Klimbanan-Swimmans a warning look.
Will they tell too much? It's in their nature to talk alot.
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Defining Dragon Characters Part Two
Last time, I introduced Shuma, a Klimbanen-Swimman, a smaller dragon resembling a lizard. This type of dragon is highly intelligent and a swift runner, but their personalities are a bit quirky.
In 'The Lone Hero' I bring in another Klimanen-Swimman, who becomes important to Einarr, the Lone Hero.
Meet Zeemsa, a treasure keeper:
(Einarr's leg been hurt in battle and taken to Shuma's cave for healing. Once he's ready, he heads back to battle, but when the battle's over, he can hardly walk and takes refuge in a cave. It turns out to be Zeemsa's cave. He's depressed and she's going to help him recover. She explains how her parents expired by a Trejes-kaput - three headed dragon then she teaches him how to work with his leg.)
"Drag me to your room and I’ll just stay in there for the rest of my useless existence,” said Einarr.
Zeemsa uttered a tiny tinkled squeal. “Wait. You’re not trying to be clever. You’re being sarcastic. You haven’t figured out how to balance with it, have you?” she asked wisely pointing a webbed claw at him.
“I remember trying to walk on my hind legs. Painful, isn’t it, and especially when you fall?” She nodded her head yes several times. “It’s scary too, trying to stay steady. It’s okay. We’ll practice. I’ll guide you.”
“Mi muter said that if you don’t try, you’ll never know what you can achieve, and you'll surprise yourself. They both died when a Trejes-Caput ate them at the same time with two of his mouths just last month. It was gruesome. I hid in here, our home until…when they…when he…”
“May you quickly heal from your loss,” said Einarr earnestly.
“There’s been many losses. I’m not the only one left alone. Tsama visited me not long after it happened and requested that I care for you too, so I went. I was relieved not to sleep in this cavern by myself. Your body is very warm so I snuggled close like I used to with mi mater. Now I’m back and I’m just realizing that my parents—” She folded her arms and her snout wrinkled.
Einarr felt sad for her, tiny and left without her parents. “I admit it. I need help. Will you teach me?”
“Oh yes.” She hopped excitedly and pulled him to his feet, but pushed him back down. “Wait here,” she called and rushed out.
She returned in no time with bread, fruit, and water for him. “Mi muter said that people must eat before any exertion. Lord Zavat said for you to spend the day with me since it’s all calm out there. He’ll call you if he needs you. He’ll burn you a fish in a while.”
“He’s probably having more success without me,” grumbled Einarr, chomping into stale bread. “Ouch!”
Zeemsa had pinched his arm. “Mi muter used to pinch me harder than that when I gave up. That’s how we learn. Did you learn?”
Einarr grinned. “I believe I did.”
Zeemsa beamed at him. “We don’t have to worry about the Trejes-Caputs anymore. When that one ripped your leg, Lord Zavat and Lord Szah chased them back to their homeland, threatening to kill every one of them. They were terrified of Lord Zavat. Imagine being afraid of a dragon as nice as he is.”
“Imagine that.” Einarr grinned and winked at her which caused Zeemsa to utter her tinkling squeal again.
Zeemsa, like Shuma and his wife Tsama, will show up again in 'Laurence of Dragon Fame.'
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In my dragon series, there are more than one type of dragon. These dragons live on the planet Aberforth in a social environment much as you would find on Earth.
One of the dragon types is a Klimbanen-Swimman, which is translated as climber-swimmer, because they're good at both activities. A Klimbanen-Swimman is a small dragon that often walks on his hind legs and is an intelligent dragon. The Klimbanan-Swimmans don't think humans have much intelligence.
In 'The Lone Hero' we meet several Klimbanan-Swimman. One is Shuma. Here is an excerpt about him:
From the cave ahead hurried a muddy-brown dragon with mahogany-brown stripes. Half the height of Einarr and thin, he shuffled quickly along upright. At first Einarr thought he lacked wings, but then he noticed they were camouflaged, tucked against his back.
“You found him! Wilcuma, which means welcome in our language, Lone Hero,” said Shuma with a slight bow, talking with clicks between words. “What an honor, here in my humble lair, and I’m to teach him.”
Einarr considered this creature. He’d never seen a dragon like this. Shuma’s stripes ringed his long torso and short limbs. Fluffy white tufts, feather-like, sprouted on his head.
He studied Einarr too and Einarr noted that Shuma’s light green eyes glowed red around the edges. His small talons on all four legs had tiny hooks and the toes were webbed. Einarr counted five small pin-sharp spurs on each. The petite animal seemed completely at ease balancing on his hind legs, his chameleon tail wagging, changing hues as it waved back and forth. When he smiled, the top and bottom of his mouth displayed double rows of mini jagged teeth.
Einarr smirked at Zavat. “You call this is a dragon?”
“I can give you a week, maybe two, that’s all. Can you do it?” asked Zavat.
“If he is smart as is rumored about him, I should be able to instruct him in some things.”
Einarr poked the lizard-like creature in the stomach. Shuma swatted Einarr’s hand away. “No, no, hut-fellow. No jabbing.”
Zavat nodded at Shuma. “Educate him first in our types and in our language. He only recognizes us by colors, but he can understand us quite well.” To Einarr, he said, “I wouldn’t jab him again. He’s feisty and agile, and his teeth are extremely sharp. You’ll lose a finger. He’s a dragon with a brilliant mind, the smartest of all of us, a Klimbanen-Swimman. He can climb anything or swim rapidly. Don’t disrespect him, I’ll know, and don’t harm him. He’s the Keeper of our Records.” At that, Zavat left Einarr with the small critter.
“I imagine you’re hungry. That’s all primitives seem to want besides sleep. What else have you simple minded folk to live for? Quickly, yongling, there’s a lot for you to absorb. I have fruit and burned you a fish. You may eat while I lecture.”
Shuma ushered Einarr into his home and Einarr ducked through the rounded entranceway. To his surprise, the well-lit cavern was immaculate. Many torches fixed high along the barren brown walls shed a faint golden light even in the nooks and gave the room a tranquil glow. Tiny footprints ran in every direction; along the walls, the ceiling, and the floor which was filled with thick layers of peach sand. A roaring fire sat in the middle, the firewood stacked evenly by the entrance. Piles of large books were scattered and stacked everywhere and shelves held neatly arranged scrolls, ink bottles, and quills in bundles. Baskets filled with fruit, leaves, and nuts filled the empty spaces between the books. The fire cast shadows on additional nooks also crammed with books of all sizes, the doorways carved too low and several were only wide enough for Shuma to fit through. Here and there, shiny objects buried partway in the sand gleamed.
Shuma settled himself, crossing his legs and pointed to a thick mound of blankets bunched on the ground. “I thought you’d be more comfortable on those. I think that’s how your simpleminded species sleeps. Sit or recline, whichever you like. I don't mind as long as you pay attention. Remove those shoes or you’ll track my sand outside.”
Einarr smirked at the comment. Where-ever he went, bare-footed or in shoes, sand was going with him. Still, he removed his shoes as asked. The dense sand and blankets made the softest seat and he sank down feeling quite comfortable.
“Help yourself to my food. I keep plenty around. I’ve put a fish in this one.” Shuma scooped a handful of nuts and popped them in his mouth. He pushed a basket to Einarr, who immediately ate, not caring that the crunchy fish was beyond charred.
“Did you start this fire so I’d be warm?”
Shuma cackled with clicking noises. “No, my famous student. We Klimbanan-Swimman chill easily. Are you uncomfortable with heat?”
“It’s perfect.” Einarr yawned. “Why are your footprints on the walls and ceiling?”
“Such a curious question. Watch, nipper.” Shuma darted around the walls, ceilings, and floor. “We cling easily to any surface. Sadly, our wings are too small for us to hover. When we extend them, they only support our hopping long distances.” Shuma opened his wings, fluttered them a couple times, and he leapt to his seat.
“Why all the sand?”
In a whisper, Shuma answered. “It conceals my treasure. Mustn’t steal any though. It’s all mine. We’re most protective of our hoards.”
We'll look more at the Klimbanan-Swimman species in future blog posts.
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In Laurence of Dragon Fame, Laurence (once Einarr) will meet up with Shuma again and meet a couple of Shuma's descendents. They will also be in future blog posts. 'Laurence of Dragon Fame' will be available soon.
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