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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.

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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.


Laurence of Dragon Fame is getting closer to being published. The Lone Hero is already available where-ever ebooks are sold for $1.99. Just click on your store button to the right.

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Three Things on my Mind Welcome Autumn A Halloween Recipe Excerpt From the Lone Hero



Hello everyone and hello to autumn. There’s nothing like the beauty of nature with its myriad colors and the crisp chill in the air.

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 with my book excerpts. 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’

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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. (Cover by Roger Lawrence and Joleene Naylor)

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.


(Cover by Joleene Naylor).


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.



Now, as promised a recipe. I found this delightful Halloween recipe at: food.com

You need oil for frying, 4 russet potatoes, and salt.


  1. Heat the oil to 325 degrees in a deep fryer or large heavy, deep skillet. Peel the potatoes and slice lengthwise into 1/4 inch thick slices.
  2. Cut the potato slices into bat shapes with a cookie cutter. Pat the slices dry with a paper towel.
  3. Fry the slices in small batches until cooked through but not brown. Remove from the fat and let drain on the paper towels.
  4. Increase the temperature of the oil to 375 degrees and refry the potatoes in small batches until brown and crispy.
  5. Drain again on paper towels, salt, and serve hot.

We’ve made homemade potato chips many times. I use one of my favorite tools. It cuts the potatoes thin and the cutter has a crinkly design. They’re really easy to make and quick.


I bought it years ago and love it. It is sharp though. You only need to ask my fingers.

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Stuart Akin Fantasy Scifi Author

My final post for showcasing authors is on Stuart Akin.

Stuart not only writes fantasy and scifi (my favorite reads) but he’s also written romance, horror, literary, erotica, and thriller, so you’re sure to find something you’ll enjoy among his works. You can click on the picture above to see his biography and his books that are available on Amazon.

Stuart has a wonderful blog: Stuart Aken WordPress and I encourage you to follow it. My favorite posts are his helpful posts on finding the right word. I’ve learned alot from these posts. Stuart puts alot of time and effort into whatever he does, so you’re sure to see quality work from him.

You can also follow Stuart on Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/StuartAken

This is one author that anyone’s sure to find the perfect book to read, so go to his Amazon page and give one of his books a try.

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Fall Fantasy Conclave Megan Cutler

I’m excited. I love discovering new authors. We’re doing an event on Facebook to promote Fantasy/SciFi Authors, and one that I’m doing is Megan Cutler.


Let’s talk a little about this author:

Megan grew up in a small town in central Pennsylvania where books offered an easy escape from the mundane life of a rural highway town. She started taking books to the playground with her and, later, started sneaking a second notebook into class to write stories. In 2003 she married the love of her life and moved to Canada, though she has yet to develop proper ice crystals in her blood. Megan started writing full-time in 2011 and has since published three novels and several short stories. Her characters keep her up late and wake her up early, but she loves them anyway.




This is the cover of the book I’m promoting. I love the title. It’s intriguing and makes me want to read the story.

Island of Lost Forevers (Mystical Island Book 1):

When a mysterious island appears off the coast of San Francisco, two intrepid academics risk everything to discover its secrets. Literature professor Catilen Taylor has struggled all her life with the ability to sense others’ emotions. The only person comfortable with her eccentricities is Damian Cooke, who studies an ancient art he calls ‘magic.’


Beyond the military barricade they discover paradise unspoiled by modern advances, ruled by the enigmatic Sentomoru, who invites them to share the wonders of his bathhouse. But as the travelers strive to unravel the island’s secrets, danger stalks their every step. Is the island the paradise it promises? Or does a nightmare lurk beneath the surface?



Island of Lost Forevers Excerpt (extra if you want to use it):

Sentomoru peered down the tip of his nose at Damian’s prone position. “You couldn’t have hoped to win this little challenge against me. My power far outclasses yours.”


Island of Lost Forevers Purchase Links:

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B00K9TR032

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/books/view/437335

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/w/island-of-lost-forevers-megan-cutler/1119566586?ean=2940045938969

Kobo: https://store.kobobooks.com/en-US/ebook/island-of-lost-forevers

Apple Store: https://itunes.apple.com/us/book/island-of-lost-forevers/id878355639?mt=11

DriveThru Fiction: http://www.drivethrufiction.com/product/145320/Island-of-Lost-Forevers


You can find Megan here:

Blog: http://megancutler.net/

Twitter: https://twitter.com/Megan__Cutler

Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/megancutlerauthor/


Where to find her books (General links):

Amazon: https://www.amazon.com/Megan-Cutler/e/B00KDPQAF6/

Smashwords: https://www.smashwords.com/profile/view/MeganCutler

Barnes and Noble: http://www.barnesandnoble.com/s/%22Megan%20Cutler%22


Apple Store: https://itunes.apple.com/us/author/megan-cutler/id878355646?mt=11

DriveThru Fiction: http://www.drivethrufiction.com/browse/pub/8014/Megan-Cutler


In case you prefer a short story to start with, take a chance with this one:


Be sure and check Megan out. Click to follow her, and when you read her book(s), leave a review. That’s so important to us authors.

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The Dimidiums Book One Bound by Love

Creative people will tell you that often we’re nagged by ideas. So it was with this five book series.

It was last January that the idea hit. I was dusting when I thought of a good-looking man walking down a street in a Nevada small town, and I wondered, what if he were half vampire and half human? And I even felt his name should be Trevor. Trevor Dittmar.

I was off writing the series.


Cover Image: images from Vector Backgrounds, lighthousestock, DavidSchrader and canstock,

Cover by Joleene Naylor


Didn’t Jo do a great job with this cover too?


I’m not going to tell you about the book and post excerpts. I will tell you it’s a fantasy romance that deals with family relationships, love, and even vampires.


I’ll let the trailer explain the book for me:

The Dimidiums Book One Trailer

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The Lone Hero by DM Yates

Smashwords continues it’s summer sale and I hope all of you have downloaded some fine books, including mine.

On my sidebar I now have Buy Buttons that will take you to my main page at amazon, smashwords, barnes & noble, google play books, Kobo, and itunes making it easier for you to shop if you wish.

The Lone Hero

About eight years ago, a story in Epic form came to me about ‘The Halls of Aberforth’, the home planet of dragons. I’m still working on it, but here is the first stanza:

Gathered the mist and the gloom and in deep fog around,

circling along halls of great Aberforth surrounds.

Warriors both young and old, waiting in the great hall,

the decisive vote for a war has brought the call.

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Another story developed from the epic, ‘The Lone Hero.’

I thank Roger Lawrence and Joleene Naylor for this perfect cover.

The Lone Hero is best told in power point with the video trailer attached:

The Lone Hero from Donna DM Yates 

 (I hope the above takes you to the video. If not, just go here: The Lone Hero

This is the beginning tale of the Immortal Einarr’s relationship with dragons and especially his closeness with his dragon father (and Grandus Leader of all Dragons), Zavat.


From ‘The Lone Hero’, I had to have the dragons meet with Einarr again. This time, the Immortal Einarr is born mortal on Earth and christened Lawrence Di Draco in the novel ‘Lawrence of Dragon Fame’ which will be out later this year.


(images from Catmando, rudall30 and canstock

cover by Joleene Naylor)

Why stories about dragons? Because I’m fascinated by the fables and legends of dragons and I thought, what if dragons really do exist? What if they have their own planet but have portals into our world?

Remember, ‘The Lone Hero’ is FREE through the end of July at Smashwords. Just click on the Smashwords Button. Everywhere else, it’s 99cents until the end of July.

It’s summer reading time. Grab one of my books and enjoy a walk through fantasy.

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The Dimidiums Half Vampire Half Human

The Dimidiums: a Five Book Series Book One Bound by Love for 99cents through amazon and smashwords which distributes to Barnes&Noble, Kobo, iPad, and others.510g0yrez-l-_ac_us240_ql65_

(cover by Joleene Naylor)

Where have I been? Besides the usual family matters and health matters, for over a year I’ve been obsessed with writing ‘The Dimidiums’ – all five books.

The Dimidiums is a secret race of half human and half vampire.

But how did they come to exist?

I’ll let my lead character Trevor Dittmar explain to Janna, the woman he loves:


He bit his finger and held it up. “Taste?”


He chuckled and sucked it until it stopped bleeding.

“How old are you?”

“Nearing 100. Stefan and Karla are way over 200. We don’t count years so much when we’re adults. Centuries are what’s important. We can live 300 to 500 years. I’ve heard of those even older.”

“Do you have souls?”

“Do you have a soul?”

“It’s just that I’ve heard….”

“You must forget all those stories. Would you like me to tell you about the first one of us and how we came to be?”

She nodded yes.

“This happened a long, long time ago. His name was Eutychus. It means fortunate. People with this name have a strong urge to inspire others, but he was a weak, small human so his parents apprenticed him to the only man who would take him – a wizard. He spent years with him. The wizard was a cruel man and finally Eutychus could take no more. He ran away. As luck would have it, he met an alchemist named Angelos – messenger or angel. Eutychus considered him an angel because of his caring nature. Very intelligent too. He took Eutychus on as his assistant and taught him everything he knew.”

“Wizards and alchemists exist?”

“Shh. Let me tell the story. Together, they practiced alchemy for years. Now, during this time on the Earth, larger towns and many villages were developing. The Accurseds hid and attacked solitary victims, but when they were discovered, they were hunted and killed. They never became smart enough to know how to fit in with societies, and they still haven’t.”

“Accurseds? You said that word before.”

“Original vampires.” He hunched his back and puckered his mouth, holding his hands limp up to his shoulders. “They’re weakening over the years. It’s become difficult for them to maintain their archaic ways. Most have little hair. White strands hang to their shoulders or longer. They’re very thin and almost translucent with the worst breath possible that smells like old blood.”

“So you call vampires Accurseds?”

“There are two types of vampires. Both awake during the night, but one group remains unnoticed by your kind. The Silent Ones, as we call them are healthier. They can come out during the times between night and day if the sun isn’t at its fullest, but they rarely do. They wear hats to distinguish their status in their groups. They feed on animals and humans, but they give us little trouble.”

“So there’s three types of you?”

“Again,” he said patiently, “we’re not vampires. Way back in Eutychus’ time, the vampires divided into these two groups. The smarter ones that we call the Silent Ones were willing to adapt. We have special Halblings that work with them when needed. Johanna’s husband Frederik is one. These vampires continue to adapt to modern life. The others, they refuse to change. They’re dying out, and we’re helping them.” He grinned at his joke.

“You were talking about those vampires in Las Vegas?”

“They don’t like us much and we hate them.”

“I thought you hunted animals. Do you wish you were human?”

“Do you wish you were a Halbling? I’m proud of my heritage.”

“What happened to Eutychus and Angelos?”

“They worked for years on many tonics to heal any sickness, to turn themselves into different animals and back to their own forms again. They only wished to help humanity to live enhanced lives. They were closer than brothers.”

“But one of them got bit, right?”

“Yes. One night they were stumped by a difficult formula, so Eutychus went for a walk in the cool air. This often cleared his head and helped him discover the solution, but he was attacked by an Accursed. You see, the Accurseds were losing their numbers and they tried to convert humans faster than ever. He left Eutychus in pain. They often do that.

“Eutychus crawled under some bushes and throughout the night and the next day he suffered greatly. He woke late in the night with a terrible thirst that burned his throat. He understood what happened to him and hurried to Angelos’ lab for help. He hoped they could make an elixir to cure him or perhaps he could be turned into an animal and disappear into the wild.”

“It hurts that much?”

“To be bitten, yes, if you even survive.”

She felt around her neck.

He shook his head. “We rarely use that method, except in fights. Anyway, when he entered the lab, Angelos was asleep. Eutychus, overcome by his thirst, attacked his master, drinking, drinking, drinking until he was full, but he drained his mentor, who died. Eutychus was racked with guilt and still in pain, but he wasn’t one to give up. He began working on a potion by himself, mixing the blood of his master with his, and experimenting with many different elements, meticulously taking notes.

“Still, he needed to feed. He’d wait until he could stand it no longer, but he suffered greatly from guilt when he killed. In time, he developed a formula that did change him, but part of him remained a vampire. He could never do away with that part, but now he also needed food. Mostly he hungered for meats. He didn’t have to eat much, but he did require water again. He needed blood and water, but combining the two and trying to drink it that way made him sick, so he worked to improve his cure. It’s our life saver and we refer to it as nectar, the drink of the gods. Eutychus chose that word. Our nectar is indeed precious to us.”

“Is that what’s in your flask? That nectar? The one you claimed was a health drink?”

“Actually, we drink them in vials like this one. Sometimes I carry mine in a flask if I’m going to be out where people can see me. We’ve enhanced them. Eutychus still needed the blood of others to stay alive, so he set to work to improve what the concoction, a solution that would nourish him with the least amount of blood and stop the constant sickness he felt. Eventually, he succeeded, but he was lonely. After all, he was the only Halbling. He wondered about reversing the first formula to change a female into what he was. He set out to find a woman. By now, he was quite old, but in a nearby village there lived an ugly girl that no one wanted to marry named Agatha. He kidnapped her, fed her the potion, and it worked. He called themselves Dimidiums, Latin for halves.


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