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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.
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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Love, Honor, and Respect to all.
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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
Dragons, Elves, and Hut Dwellers
We’ve been discussing ‘The Lone Hero.’ The main character in this series is Einarr, an immortal being who can choose to travel to other planets in a mortal form. His first mission was to the dragon planet Aberforth. He and his half-father the dragon Zavat worked to end the war between dragons.
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Einarr has accepted several other missions and centuries have passed on Earth. Now the dragons need his help again and he’ll be paired with Zavat once more.
The time is 13th century Earth. It’s a time of great upheaval, of knights, and when a church comes into great power. The church now demands that all dragons be slaughtered and anyone practicing pagan rituals be put to death.
The dragons are leaving Earth through portals that connect to Aberforth, but many don’t make it.
Einarr chooses to accept this mission and so he is sent to Earth where he is born mortal and named Laurence Di Draco.
The Middle Ages, The Void, Knights, and Dragons
Einarr arrived at a flowery meadow where birds chirped gaily and a gentle wind stirred the high grasses. Apollo stood with four High Council members. When Einarr approached, they greeted him with nods.
“You’ve been requested for an unusual mission on Earth,” explained Apollo.
Einarr waited for more of an explanation. He already knew he was headed to Earth soon, yet he’d never been ordered to a High Council for any reason.
Apollo continued, “Exceptional circumstances apply. Your task involves the rescue of dragons. This is a serious time on Earth when a new religion has formed, acquiring power and followers. Its leaders serve death to all who don’t convert and the end of dragons. They label them evil when in reality this new religion is threatened by the dragons’ eminence.”
Einarr rubbed his chin. This explained what he suspected. “I sensed a problem with the dragons on Earth and I’ve felt troubled, but I didn’t expect to work with dragons again. No wonder mi patér has been on my mind. Of course I accept.”
One of the Council indicated for Apollo to clarify further. “Two events were possible. Since those in mortal form alter their course at any given time, we waited to see which way the wheel turned. It continues to involve a massive extinction.” Apollo paused to study Einarr’s reaction, but Einarr remained calm.
Apollo continued. “If you select not to fulfill your destiny, Lord Zavat has asked approval to insert a limited amount of prior memories into you in the future. Understand the significance. Although rarely allowed, we’re considering his request. When you realize who you were, Lord Zavat’s mark will take shape on your shoulder as it did on Aberforth. This will help convince the dragons to follow you. Lord Zavat will meet you later at the gates.”
Is it possible? thought Einarr.
Apollo smiled. “Yes, you’ll work with your dragon father again.”
Einarr hadn’t expected this, but he’d be happy for such an assignment. “I understand and will fulfill my duty.”
“It’s easy to accept here, but when you no longer recall your former existence, your emotions may cause dire consequences.”
“I won’t fail, I assure you.”
“You are the Lone Hero and willful, although stubborn, and so you’ve been chosen above other dragon companions.”
(What do you think will happen? Will Zavat have to force Einarr’s memories from Aberforth or will Einarr accept working with dragons again?)
Laurence of Dragon Fame is soon to be released.
Halloween Craft Spider Milk Jug
Halloween is almost here, so here’s a simple, easy craft:
Milk Jug Spider Treat Container Craft for Kids
Place treats in this scary milk jug spider and your visitors will have a fun time trying to retrieve them.
What you will need: Empty plastic milk jug, craft foam, large googly eyes, newspaper, hot melt glue, black duck tape, black acrylic paint or black spray paint, tape, and wire or pipe cleaners.
How to make:
- Wash and dry the plastic milk jug. Cut a line from side to side at the top of the jug about one inch below where the jug starts to form the top of the jug as shown in the picture.
- Cut a one-inch section from the handle so that the top of the jug can be bent back and the mouth opened. Tape the remaining handle together so that the mouth stays open.
- To make the legs place two pieces of newspaper together and line them up. Roll the two pieces into a tube starting from one corner and go to the corner diagonally from the one you start with. Tape the roll in the center and then fold it in half and cut it. Make eight legs altogether. Glue the legs to the milk jug. If you are using acrylic paint, you must glue the legs to the jug before you paint it. If you glue them to the paint they will just pull the paint off the jug and fall off. If you use spray paint, you can paint the jug first.
- Paint the entire jug and the legs black.
- Cut fangs from craft foam and glue them to the top of the mouth. To finish glue on googly eyes. Place treats in the spider’s mouth.
Sweet and simple.
Love, honor, and respect to all.