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Fantasy and Immortality

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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’.

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(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.

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(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:

‘Always’

Earth:

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.

 

Earth:

 

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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Love, Honor, and Respect to all.

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.

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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.

“Because he’s—”

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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Love, Honor, and Respect to all.

 

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.

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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.

Einarr frowned.

“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.”

Einarr grimaced.

“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.’

 

‘The Lone Hero’ is available where-ever ebooks are sold for $1.99. Click on the button of your store on the right to view this book and other works by me. ‘Laurence of Dragon Fame’ will be available shortly.

 

Love, Honor, and Respect to all.

Defining Dragon Characters

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.

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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?”

Shuma chortled.

“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.

I enjoy developing characters’ personalities. Don’t you?

 

Love, Honor, and Respect

Five Excerpts From Laurence of Dragon Fame

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Laurence of Dragon Fame is entering its last edit. Yay!

Congratulations to Laura L Purvis Shoemaker and Gaye Pilgrim for winning bookmarks.

Here are five more excerpts from ‘Laurence of Dragon Fame’ to give you a little more on what the book is about:

“Punish him again,” said Arturo, standing with Jules in the doorway.

“I was pretending, father.”

“You made a deal. A deal is a promise and you broke it.” Arturo ripped up the contract and glared at his son. “You’ll learn your lesson. Jules, make sure he feels each strike. I’ll be listening. From morning until midnight this week he’ll work my ledgers and I won’t tolerate one mistake. He’ll get two short meal breaks a day. You and your wife will not sneak him more food or I’ll replace you both. I’ll still expect his services this Saturday.”

“As you wish.” Jules waited for Arturo to return to his study. He tugged the boy closer to the house where his father couldn’t see them and removed his belt.

Crack! The sound echoed through the yard into the open study window. With each blow Laurence cried out and tears ran down his face, but not because of any pain. He cried for Jules, who smacked his own booted leg. With each strike he nodded at the boy and Laurence faked his yelps.

When Jules finished, Laurence hugged him. “I’m sorry.”

“Will you behave like this again?”

“No. I don’t like you hurting yourself.”

“Then maybe I haven’t taught you correctly. True knights never give in to tyranny.”

“I hate him, Jules, I honestly hate him.”

 

 

 

Laurence approached the captured creature. Unconsciously, he patted its and the young dragon rubbed its head against Laurence. Somehow Laurence knew to stab it through the neck or the heart, and he prepared to do so. He placed his hand on the beast’s head and was overwhelmed with fear and an unbearable loneliness. Guilt riddled him. Is this what God wanted him to do? Slay the young? Doubt crept in, but he realized the Church, not his God, demanded this.

He stood off to the side. The young dragon turned its head towards him and yelped. It nudged Laurence, its eyes begging him to understand. He recognized the yelps from the previous night. His instincts told him that it pled for comfort, food, and its mother, and he had a strong desire to fulfill its needs, but he raised his sword in preparation. He had made his decision. Pierce its neck.

“You won’t harm it.” The voice resounded angrily in Laurence’s head. He drew back, shocked, and whirled around, his sword at the ready, and he turned his attention to the sky. The knights followed his gaze.

The large black dragon swooped down from the air. With one talon it cracked the chain. With the other, it snatched the infant and flew into the woods.

 

 

 

Zavat smirked then replied,

“Questions you may ask, of four.

These I’ll answer and no more.”

“I don’t care about your rhyme. We’re offering you two full mugs,” countered Pietro.

“You drank from yours. Besides, two mugs but four questions. That’s double the work for barely a swallow. Water doesn’t quench my needs.” Zavat licked his lips.

“You’re clever, aren’t―”

“Stop,” said Laurence. “Remember he’s much older than us and sneaky.”

Pietro scratched his head. “I forgot he’s a trickster.”

“Just wiser.” Zavat stared longingly at the tankards.

“Whom can’t we see?” asked Pietro.

“Elves,” said Zavat nonchalantly.

Pietro made the sign of the cross. “Don’t speak of such creatures. Someone might overhear. Laurence?”

“It’s true, Pietro. Elves are here this night,” replied Laurence.

“Your religion believes they’re demons, but they’re not. You asked. I explained,” said Zavat. “Next question.”

“Why do you call my cousin your son and he calls you his father?”

 

 

Finley leered at Laurence. “It appears I found more targets than I expected. I’ll get paid handsomely for her death. I’ll kill you just out of spite.” Finley spat on the ground. “Guess you forgot I’m smarter than you. I figured you’d entered the haunted woods and where you’d come out. What I didn’t expect was that you hung around with these demons.” Finley scanned the group. “What a haul; two portly dragons and some pointy eared devils. I’ll be rich.” Finley edged towards the group, but his fear of the dragons and elves was obvious and the dragons chuckled.

Szah turned to Zavat. “Who’s he calling fat?”

“He means us,” replied Zavat. They chuckled again.

 

 

 

In the wee hours, he walked outside and along the shore. He remembered he’d been a dragon hunter, but much of his adventures were filled with holes. He rubbed his face and stared out at the ocean, lost in thought when Jules called him to breakfast.

Miriam was already eating when he sat down and she placed her hand on top of his. “Did you say hi to Eilwen? She left a bit ago,” said Mariam.

“Who’s Eilwen?” asked Laurence. “I didn’t see anyone. Jules, did we have a visitor?”

Jules shook his head no.

“I remember that egg in crystals,” she said.

“What egg?” asked Laurence.

“The baby dragon.”

“What baby dragon?” asked Laurence.

“Are you feeling alright?” she asked, worried.

“Are you?” he asked, equally anxious.

“Have you heard from Lord Zavat?” she asked.

“Who’s Lord Zavat?” asked Laurence.

Jules listened to the strange conversation, worried for both of them. Later, he wrote a letter to Pietro about his concerns.

 

 

Laurence of Dragon Fame, soon to be published.

 

Love, Honor, and Respect

Encountering a Past Love and Mini Pumpkin Pies with Cinnamon Roll Pie Crust

Hello everyone. It’s a beautiful fall day here in Utah. I hope it’s pleasant where you live.

In ‘The Lone Hero’, Einarr marries and raises a family of four boys, but his wife is called back to her kingdom because her father needs her.

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In ‘Laurence of Dragon Fame’ centuries later on Earth, they have a chance to meet again. Here’s today’s short excerpt:

Laurence got up frustrated. “I have no idea what this Void is that you speak of, but I’ll fulfill my obligations. I’ll go now and say my good-bye to my wife.” He started to walk away, but faced Zavat and pointed at him. “I won’t allow you to take these memories from me. They’re mine.”

Zavat turned away from Laurence. “Nothing I’d want to chance.” However, Laurence had the impression that someone might.

He stormed away to the cave, but took a moment to control his temper before entering. His wife was arranging flowers in a vase at a table. Her silken hair fluttered in the soft breezes. She wore a sheer green silk sleeveless surcoat that reached to her ankles and laced up the front. She stopped what she was doing when he entered and stared at the table. “So we say goodbye again? Our time together was too short.” She looked at him and her eyes betrayed her sorrow.

As he walked to her, he undressed. He wrapped his arms around her waist from behind and kissed her neck, fiddling with the silk and its laces enjoying the feel of the material and her against him. He pulled her towards the bed. “Nice surcoat,” he murmured. “All women should be required to wear this.” He sat her on his lap and ran his finger down her neck to her thighs.

“I thought you’d like it.”

“Mm, very much.” He undid the rest of the laces, relishing every moment of it. “Tonight, my wife, I obey your every desire. Tell me what’s on your mind and if it’s within my ability, I’ll grant it.”

Taelta placed her lips near his ears and turning bright pink she whispered her needs.

“So it shall be.”

 

Laurence of Dragon Fame will be out before the end of the year. You can purchase ‘The Lone Hero’ at most ebook stores for $1.99. Click on your store’s button to the right.

 

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Mini Pumpkin Pies with Cinnamon Roll Pie Crust

These delightful treats are simple and quick to make, and my family loved them. You use Pillsbury Pie Crusts, pumpkin puree, and spices then bake them in mini muffin pans. They take 12 to 18 minutes to bake.

I got the recipe from tablespoon

Unfortunately, I can’t redirect you. Their system seems to be down right now, so basically here’s the recipe:

  • Prep Time 15 min
  • Total Time 35 min
  • Servings 24

Turn a simple pie crust into a cinnamon roll pie crust, top it with pumpkin pie filling, and discover how delicious life is in miniature.

Ingredients

1box Pillsbury™ Refrigerated Pie Crust (they come 2 to a box)

2tablespoons butter, melted

1teaspoon cinnamon

10tablespoons sugar

1 1/4cup pumpkin puree

1large egg

1/2tablespoon cinnamon

Whipped cream for garnish, if desired

Directions

  • Preheat oven to 400°F.
  • Unroll the Pillsbury™ pie crusts, use a basting brush to coat one side with melted butter, sprinkle with cinnamon and 2 tablespoons of sugar per pie crust.
  • Roll pie crust back into a log. Cut each pie crust into 12 even pieces.
  • Spray two 12-count mini muffin tins with nonstick cooking spray. Press the cut pieces of pie into the bottom of each cup, pressing with your thumb to move the cinnamon swirl all the way up the sides of the muffin cup, and making a well in the center of the muffin cup.
  • In a medium bowl, whisk together remaining sugar, pumpkin puree, cinnamon, and egg until smooth and well combined. Spoon mixture into the center of each cinnamon-roll crust.
  • Bake in oven for 12-18 minutes, or just until the edges of the crust have turned a light golden brown.
  • Allow to cool slightly before removing mini pies from the muffin tins. Top with whipped cream, if desired.
  • Please visit tablespoon when you get a chance. They have the best recipes.

May we all live our lives with Love, Honor, and Respect for each other.

Nightmare or a Dream Laurence of Dragon Fame and Clothespin Ornaments

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In ‘The Lone Hero’ Einarr spends most of his life in battle to end the great dragon war. During that time, he grows close to his half-father the Dragon Zavat.

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My son and his wife bought me the larger black dragon in this photo because of Zavat and I treasure it.

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In ‘Laurence of Dragon Fame,’ Einarr comes once again to the aid of Zavat. The immortal is born on Earth and christened Laurence. From early on, Zavat tries to get him to realize his true mission, but the thirteenth century is a time of superstitious people, and that includes Laurence.

Excerpt from Laurence’s 12th birthday:

 

The short brown female lizard-like dragon spent the night with him sniffling on his chest, clutching him tightly, not speaking, as if she knew he were leaving her.

The vision was clear and he wanted to comfort the poor creature. The scene dissolved into another. Laurence saw himself above the clouds, looking down on a fortress below him. The open doors were draped in fresh white flowers. He peered past the long line through the doors to see dragons and elves crowded in the main room. The hero’s meager possessions hung along the walls. A body shrouded in light lavender lay in the center on a raised stone slab, and he felt severe anguish, for he was the one who had died.

Then a deep voice boomed in his mind. “A dragon and his companion link by a strong tie built upon the companion’s absolute obedience, but ours was a familial relationship at its core.” An enormous black dragon with citrine eyes wailed thunderously in the fortress. His cries echoed around the jungle, answered by many who felt his pain and knew their hero had left them for good.

Laurence stirred restlessly in his sleep. “Who are you?”

“I was once tu patéryour father.”

“Leave me alone.”

“Di Draco has hidden away an important piece of paper regarding you. Retrieve it. Obey.” The eye centered on him.

“Help. Help.” Laurence screamed. “Don’t look at me.”

“Master Laurence, quiet,” whispered Jules. “I’m right here.”

“Let me guess. Another nightmare?” Arturo stood in the doorway, irritated.

“It told me I’m supposed to submit to it.” Laurence trembled.

“You dreamed.” Jules sat on Laurence’s bed. “Dragons don’t speak. They roar.”

“I don’t want to be its slave.”

His father strode to his bed and squeezed his son’s shoulders. “What’s the matter with you, boy? Do you want to be burned to death? Do you want to watch us burn? Don’t mention these demons again, do you understand?” He flung him down on the bed. “Tomorrow morning, Jules will punish you for your sacrilegious thoughts. You like prayer so much, you’ll pray the entire day for forgiveness. You get no food until evening.” He pointed his finger at his son. “You act like an oaf again, you’ll sleep in the stable.” Arturo stormed back to his room.

Laurence gaped at Jules.

“I’ll stay here until you fall asleep,” said Jules. “We’ll worry tomorrow about what must come.”

“You were once a knight who protected our King. How did you overcome your fears and nightmares?”

“I wasn’t a knight once; I will always be so. We all have fears, my young Master. You must face them.”

“Someday, I’ll make that dragon sorry it taunted me all these years.”

“I have no doubt that you will.”

In the wee hours Laurence crept into his father’s room while his father slumbered away. What the beast had explained about some paper nagged at Laurence and he had to know for certain. Carefully he searched through drawers and chests and discovered an ancient box in a trunk, but it needed a key. He sliced through the bottom with his poniard and removed the document, then put the box back, re-covered it, secured the lid on the trunk, and hurried to his room.

In the early morning light, what he read terrified him. The dragon hadn’t lied. What was worse was that he belonged to it. More worrisome was the section inscribed in a mysterious language that he somehow understood. Written to him personally it read, ‘Laurence, mi silius, don’t be afraid or stubborn. You are meant to work with me to save our kind. Long ago, my blood ran through your veins, for you were our Lone Hero and will always be so.’ Laurence read the document then tossed it in his fireplace and watched it burn until not one piece was left.

 

‘The Lone Hero’ is available where-ever ebooks are sold for only $1.99. ‘ ‘Laurence of Dragon Fame’ will be available soon.

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Christmas Craft

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I found this delightful pattern at Altogether Christmas

Supplies

  • Round top wooden clothespins
  • Red and blue craft paint
  • Red pipe cleaners
  • Red and blue pom poms
  • Gold craft braid
  • Gold string or thread
  • Thin black marker
  • Craft glue gun

The supplies won’t cost much, so head over there for the instructions.

Love, honor, and respect to all.