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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?


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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.


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


  • 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.


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


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.


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Christmas Craft


I found this delightful pattern at Altogether Christmas


  • 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.

Laurence of Dragon Fame Sequel to The Lone Hero


‘Laurence of Dragon Fame’ brings Einarr together again with his dragon half-father, Zavat. When humans lived on the planet Aberforth, some were hand-picked to be companions to certain dragons and Einarr’s family line were companions of the great Zavat, a large black dragon called a Guerrverre.

On the companions’ shoulders were the marks of those particular dragons. From ‘The Lone Hero’:

Einarr removed his tunic and soothed his shoulder with numbing ointment.

“Let me see.”

“It’s just an old ache from years ago. The salve numbs it.”

Harulis turned his arm and inhaled sharply, surprised.

“What’s wrong? Am I growing a claw or some such ridiculous thing? Maybe my ancestor’s face?”

Harulis sat back down and gawked at Einarr, awe-struck.

Einarr grimaced at her and pulled on his shirt. “Tell me more.”

“All companions are born with a birth mark on their shoulder that resembles the shape and color with whom they’re bound. From birth on, the tattoo grows. Yours is well-defined and raised. It’s a Guerrverre and he will track you soon. That’s why it hurts so much. The throbbing will stop when you meet him.”


“What do you like? I think not much.” Zavat cocked his head to the right, and studied Einarr curiously.

Einarr sat straight up and glared. “It’s true.” He shoved a finger at Zavat’s snout. “Our eyes—they’re the same. Same color, same shape. You made me into this monster that I am, the reason my own mother hated me. My hair is shiny black like your scales, and this—you disfigured me. Why?” Einarr pulled up his sleeve and pointed at the blackened and perfectly raised image of a Guerrverre.

“Excellent likeness of me. One of the best I’ve seen,” said Zavat, appraising Einarr’s shoulder.

Furiously, Einarr stared at Zavat, breathing in and out in short bursts.

“My, my. If you weren’t human, you’d be puffing out venom. I’m so proud.” Zavat imitated wiping tears from his face. He closed his lids again. “Back to work.”


In ‘Laurence of Dragon Fame,’ the mark appears again:

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.”


Now on Earth as Laurence, Einarr doesn’t remember his past life, but he’s aware that a large black dragon is following him:

He got dressed and glanced out his window, rubbing his hand across his face. Dawn was on the horizon and a large winged creature glided above. Laurence wasn’t afraid. This is what he’d been trained for and he was determined to make his first dragon kill today. This fiend deserved death for taunting him his entire life. He grasped his left shoulder and rubbed his birthmark, which throbbed in pain.


Zavat must perform the ancient magic to help Einarr remember:


It huffed impatiently and ripped Laurence’s left sleeve. “I always liked that portrait of me.”

Laurence, curious, turned his arm and looked. Where his birthmark once was, a pronounced image of a dragon now showed, the same dragon sitting in front of him. And the throbbing was gone. He tried to rub it off.


As he and Zavat guide dragons to portals, he shows his mark so dragons will know he was once ‘The Lone Hero:’


Zavat whipped around towards the dragon and spread his wings wide. “No. You’ll not harm mi silius, Chiazzz. Show him my likeness on your arm, Lone Hero.”

Laurence jumped up. Fear gripped him again. He pulled up his sleeve with a shudder and Chiazzz studied the mark then bowed.


Laurence’s cousin hears about the mark and demands to see it:

Pietro smirked. “She thought she was mothering me? They are strange, aren’t they? Show me your arm.”

Laurence held out his right arm with the sleeve down.

“Very nice, but I want to see the left arm, sleeve up.” Pietro pointed at Laurence’s left shoulder.

He bared his arm. “I should just cut off this sleeve.”

Pietro studied the mark. “It’s quite defined. What magic it took to develop such a symbol. This is a highly evolved and intelligent race, not like ours.” Pietro sighed. “My beliefs have changed dramatically.”


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‘Laurence of Dragon Fame’ will be available soon.

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Holiday Craft

I’ve had comments that readers have enjoyed the recipes and crafts for Halloween, so I’ll continue through the holidays.

Glowing Angel Ornament


I found this darling and simple pattern at One Artsy Mama

Click the link above to find out how to make her. You won’t believe what makes her glow.

Love, Honor, and Respect to all.

Laurence of Dragon Fame Immortality Halloween Craft Spider Milk Jug

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:

  1. 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.
  2. 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.
  3. 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.
  4. Paint the entire jug and the legs black.
  5. 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.

Life With Dragons Halloween Bat Paper Roll Craft Tutorial and Giveaway

Life With Dragons

Last time’s excerpt was about the birth of Einarr on the dragon homeworld of Aberforth. The dragons are at war and the Feohtere dragons are attacking the hut dwellers. Einarr’s father, Ennien is the companion to Zavat, a fierce dragon who fights against the Feohteres.

Einarr and his parents leave their small village and wander through the forest. Ennien has done this to protect Einarr. Einarr’s been prophesied to be the one to end the dragon war, but along the way both his father and mother are killed by dragons leaving Einarr at 13 years old to fend for himself.

The years pass and he meets a girl and falls in love, but her fate is no better than his parents. Einarr is now an adult and Zavat is finally able to track him. Zavat comes to rescue Einarr, but Einarr has no love for any dragon.

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Einarr meets Zavat:

Einarr sat amongst the carnage, lost in thought, his muscles tight, his left arm aching bitterly. The day was quickly closing but he refused to leave, not just yet. The image of the terrified Harulis carried off by her attacker haunted him along with the crunching and her two pieces tumbling. She sacrificed herself for a loathsome dragon. Why?


Einarr stopped nursing his wounds, stood up and looked around.

“Einarr, I approach.”

“Who speaks to me?” He heard a whooshing from overhead and looked to the sky. Something large was approaching from the west. He focused his attention in that direction and drew his sword. “You wish to challenge me? Why not? What’s one more? Show yourself.”

A black dragon of enormous size came into view. Einarr strode into a clearing and prepared to defend himself. Once it landed, without a moment’s hesitation, Einarr attacked and the dragon calmly flicked him aside. Einarr got up and hurtled towards it. It seized Einarr’s sword and crumpled it in its clawed paw but didn’t retaliate.

Einarr drew his knife. “I don’t ever surrender. I’ve finished off many of your kind with just this weapon.”

“With that piddly rock? Try if you must.” The dragon acted disinterested and stretched out a forepaw comfortably along the ground. It watched Einarr’s every step and Einarr noticed its slanted citrine eyes.

“You!” he whispered. He scowled at his father’s master. “I’ve wanted to find you.” Einarr half-circled his prey back and forth, tossing the knife from hand to hand, studying his enemy. He’d waited a long time for his revenge and he planned on savoring it.

“How much longer?” It yawned and nestled in the dirt.

“Arrrggghhhh,” yelled Einarr. He faked for its left eye then stabbed at the right. The dragon swatted Einarr as though he were nothing more than a pesky insect. Einarr skidded and landed on his back. His head smacked the earth hard.

“I’ve noticed that you use that technique too many times. Perhaps I should inform you that I teach combat tactics and that I’m older than most with a wealth of experience in war. We could play this game all day but we haven’t much time and frankly, you’re boring me.”

“I will avenge my family and Harulis,” yelled Einarr, frustrated that the dragon refused to fight.

“Not with that toy and we’ll have no more deaths today.”

Einarr scoffed. “I don’t obey you. I’ll take your life and today,” He lunged again.

In one fluid act, the dragon snatched Einarr’s knife and held Einarr down with his other paw. “Heh heh heh, okay, I’ll admit I enjoyed that ploy. I’m quick, don’t you think?”

“Let me up!” demanded Einarr.

“Promise you’ll behave.”

“I swear I’ll slay you, demon.”

“Name calling? Is that to wound me? Okay, I’ll play along. Ow, that pierced straight through me. I feel my life slipping away.” It grasped dramatically at its heart. “Please, no more, I beg you.”

“You’re obnoxious. Why tease me? Do you wish for a quick death?”

The dragon settled deeper and purposely squeezed Einarr’s sides.

“Oomph. Stop that. Oomph. I said stop that. Alright, I’ll hear your lies then I’ll enjoy executing you.”

The dragon released him, flicking him forward, and slid his knife to him. “You won’t be using that, er, weapon, will you? I have tough scales and not enough patience to wait for such a long tedious ending while you whittle away repeatedly at me.”

Einarr sat across from it. “I can’t figure out why I’d allow this. I don’t talk to idiots like you, but I’ll let you speak your last words.”

The dragon contemplated Einarr, thrumming his talons upon the Earth.

“Don’t stare at me,” demanded Einarr.

“Why not?” asked the dragon, surprised. He crossed his front arms and tapped the earth with a thick front digit.

“You’ll hypnotize me.”

It roared with laughter. “A child’s fable. Do you feel different?”


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Halloween Bat Toilet Paper Roll Craft Tutorial

Today’s craft is one that you and your children can enjoy making together. Here’s the website:

Toilet Paper Roll Bats

It’s a simple craft. Basically, you’re going to paint empty toilet paper rolls black, add wings, and glue on squiggly eyes. Do visit the site for the full instructions.

I’m thinking these would be great along a hallway or in branches or along your outdoor wall, especially if you use neon squiggly eyes.

It may be simple enough for kids, but I’m planning to make some for my hallway.


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Love, Honor, and Respect to all.

Dragon Fantasy Romance Becoming Mortal Craft Project Ring a Round of Spooky

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The Lone Hero: Dragons, Elves, and Hut Dwellers

Aberforth, home world to dragons and people is at war. Dragons are fighting each other and the human race is in danger of extinction. Einarr is born in a dragon’s companion line. Due to an ancient magical ritual performed by Zavat, a powerful dragon, Einarr is chosen to help bring about the end of the war and issue peace back to Aberforth. This will be no easy task for Einarr since the war will last throughout his lifetime.


Last time, I posted the excerpt on how the war got started. This time, let’s take a look at how I imagine my immortal characters become mortal. We pick up where Einarr is about to travel to Aberforth from the Spirit World:

Chirr wagged his tail and pawed Einarr’s knee. His thoughts of missing Einarr came fluently to Einarr’s mind. Then the dog turned and trotted away.

Einarr smiled affectionately at Katura. “Watch him for me.”

“I will,” answered Katura, “and I’ll stay beside you, always.”

“Always,” repeated Einarr. “Appear to me in my dreams, Kat?”

Katura smiled. “I’ll not leave you.”

“Forthwith,” mused Einarr, “that word is our promise and we will be forever joined.” He leaned his forehead on hers and hugged her while he inhaled the aroma from her jasmine crown. He hadn’t considered how desolate he’d feel at this moment. He didn’t want to separate from her.

“Jasmine will be our secret scent,” she thought, “When you’re in any pain, I’ll channel the fragrance and our promise on the winds to you.”

With sadness she, Paulos, and Jenniere resolutely left.

Einarr turned in shock to Apollo. “What is this ache?”

“It’s distressing to us when those we love withdraw their energy.”

Two angels appeared and with them walked a Guerrverre Great One.

“You’re resourceful; you will succeed. Harbor no worries,” one angel thought to him. “We will stand by your side at all times.”

“You’re as strong as I had hoped. I am Lord Zavat. We’ll enjoy adventurous times once we meet. Even though you won’t recognize me, I’ll know you.” Zavat blew warm vapors upon Einarr and Einarr heard a message riding on the smoke. ‘Remember this. You will favor the strongest of us. You are indomitable and will survive at all costs. Your resilience is unshakable.’

Zavat nodded to Einarr and flew away. His domed wings glided him across the Spirit World.

Apollo patted Einarr’s shoulder.

“Is this painful?” asked Einarr.

“Not to worry,” Apollo encouraged and he too walked away.

The angels and Einarr entered the appointed room where a fellow spirit led Einarr to a slab and instructed him to lie on it.

He did, glancing at the angels for reassurance. In an instant, he floated into the air and the slab slid to the side. A powerful force thrust him through a tunnel with the angels by his side to Aberforth and into his mother’s womb.

Einarr entered the awaiting embryo and experienced for the first time what mortality felt like. He tried hard to retain the connection but his memories became fuzzy. He heard only distorted words and as the veil sealed further, he heard his beloved Katura’s voice repeating “always.”

He experienced an unusual warm sensation while swaying. Was he moving? Then he recalled that he had entered his mother’s womb. He felt comforted and secure. He heard music, perhaps his mortal mother singing? Somehow he understood that her hand rubbed her stomach and he recognized her touch and deduced that she now realized she was with child. Einarr closed his eyes and slept.


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