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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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Love, Honor, and Respect to all.