The Author's Blood (Wormling Series #5)

The Author's Blood (Wormling Series #5)

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by Jerry B. Jenkins, Chris Fabry

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“Nothing special” is the best way to describe Owen Reeder—at least that's what he's been told all his life. When a stranger visits his father's bookstore, Owen's ordinary life spirals out of control and right into a world he didn't even know existed. Owen believes the only gift he possesses is his ability to devour books, but he is about to be forced


“Nothing special” is the best way to describe Owen Reeder—at least that's what he's been told all his life. When a stranger visits his father's bookstore, Owen's ordinary life spirals out of control and right into a world he didn't even know existed. Owen believes the only gift he possesses is his ability to devour books, but he is about to be forced into a battle that will affect two worlds: his and the unknown world of the Lowlands. Don't miss the exciting conclusion to the Wormling series (Book 5, The Author's Blood).

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Tyndale House Publishers
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Wormling Series , #5
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5.25(w) x 7.25(h) x 0.94(d)
Age Range:
10 - 14 Years

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THE WORMLING BOOK V: The Author's Blood

Tyndale House Publishers, Inc.
Copyright © 2008 Jerry B. Jenkins
All right reserved.

ISBN: 978-1-4143-0159-4

Chapter One
A Royal Entrance

It was only fitting that the Queen's sentence should be handed down at the Castle of the Pines, her former home, because this was where the Dragon and his council retreated. Not that they ran from any battle, for there was no one to run from. Lowlanders lay defeated in country fields. The survivors hid, cowering.

The Dragon and his council members simply returned to the castle to relax, belch fire, torment slaves, and gloat about their victory over the bedraggled army of the Wormling.

RHM, now the longest living aide of the Dragon in history, attended to his master's every need, be it food, drink, or amusement. There was always amusement now and plans for more.

"Is the coliseum ready?" the Dragon said.

"Almost, sire. Your dwelling was in desperate need of repair, scorched as it was after your last assault there."

"Yes, I recall the way the people scurried about, trying to get away. Delightful. Are there enough citizens left to be the sport of our games?"

"Plenty, sire. Young and old and some in between."

"Good, good. I can't wait to watch them die in agony. Does it get any better than this?"

"Only when the Highlands are joined under your rule, sire. There will be plenty more amusement from the inhabitants there."

The Dragon's eyes shone red and his teeth glistened. "Yes," he hissed, drinking in the scene as if it were a sponge dipped in his favorite wine that he could suck on until the last bit was gone. "Is she here?" he said at last.

"She just arrived and the council has taken its place in the Hall of Meeting. Shall I announce you?"

The Dragon glanced at a stand that held a golden crown. "I shall wear that in her presence. A nice touch, don't you think?"

The council met in a vast room, which, even to an untrained eye, had once been ornate and splendid. Charred tapestries adorned the walls, murals now faded from the smoke graced either end, and from the ceiling hung colossal chandeliers. A masterpiece fashioned on the ceiling proved a stunning (though soot-covered) depiction of the Highlands, the Lowlands, and the invisible heavenly world-a crown and scepter leaning against a massive book, and the beings from these worlds kneeling, as if in worship to someone.

The council members this day, however, concentrated on the food slung about the table, goblets filled with drink, and bowls overflowing with fruits and nuts harvested from Lowlanders' farms. They chortled and told ribald stories (those we would not repeat) about their latest victories.

Only the presence of RHM at the door, clearing his throat, caused them to quiet. "It is my high honor and pleasure to present the supreme ruler, the preeminent power, who exercises decisive judgment, our king and sovereign, His Majesty, the Dragon."

As one, the council stood. Some banged their weapons on the floor, while others rapped on the table. All yelled or howled or whooped, filling the whole room with an unearthly noise.

The Dragon sashayed in, eyes shining. He preened and raised his head, sending a blast of fire toward the ceiling and further charring the picture of the crown, scepter, and book. With a wave he signaled the others to be seated and took his place on the throne at the head of the table. "Before we get to the main course," he said, chuckling, "I want reports. What of the so-called army of the Wormling?"

Slugspike rose at the other end of the table. He enjoyed such a prominent place not only because he had been appointed lead commander of the Dragon's armies but also because no one wanted to sit next to a being with such razorsharp spines that oozed poison. Slugspike had volunteered to capture and kill the Wormling but had failed. Had the Dragon not done the job himself with his blast of fire at the White Mountain, he would have dispatched Slugspike. But, euphoric at being done with the Wormling and with victory in sight, the Dragon had restored him.

"We have paved the way for your new kingdom, sire," Slugspike said through puffy cheeks. "All the rabble has been dispatched, with the exception of a few stragglers."


"Halflings and the like. We left them to bury the dead. We'll send a small contingent to take care of them when the job is finished."

The Dragon turned to Velvel, the vaxor head of Lowland military affairs. He had come to power after Daagn had been killed by the Dragon. "And my command to assemble near Dragon City?" (Dragon City was a massive walled compound under repair. In its center lay the coliseum.)

"It has been heeded," Velvel said. "The people seem glad to obey your imperial edict, sire, and to congregate in the valley while Dragon City is repaired. The coliseum is nearly-"

"Yes, yes, I've already heard."

"How much longer before you attack the Highlands and bring them under your subjection?" General Prufro said.

The rest nodded and grunted.

"We had to evacuate the Highlands except for a skeleton crew. When the minions of time have done their work, we will purge the Highlands-by that time, anyone still living will need canes and walkers."

"Minions of time?" someone said, laughing. "What a wonderful idea, sire."

Finally the Dragon cleared his throat and nodded to RHM, who quickly left the room. "And now the moment you've all been waiting for," the Dragon said. "I have a special treat. You have long known of our enemy and his Son. The older was killed long ago-incinerated-although we have had disturbing reports that he may have survived. The younger has surely been subdued by the attack of the minions. He went into hiding shortly before the Wormling invaded the Lowlands, and we will soon search for his body to make sure. We also have the alleged king and queen of the west in custody, and when their daughter is located in the Highlands, her blood will anoint my throne."

"What have you prepared for us?" Slugspike said, drooling.

The Dragon rose and turned.

Through the doorway walked a woman so unkempt that she looked like one with no home and no hope. Her hands were tied behind her and her head downcast.

"I present the wife of our enemy," the Dragon said, smiling.


Excerpted from THE WORMLING BOOK V: The Author's Blood by JERRY B. JENKINS CHRIS FABRY Copyright © 2008 by Jerry B. Jenkins. Excerpted by permission.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Ignore those other negative, crappy reviews. This series is amazing. I love reading passages in the Book of the King and then trying to remember what verses from the Bible that they are derived from. Anyway, this series is amazing for kids who want a good fantasy series with a wonderful moral to it. 10 Stars!!!
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
I found these to be a great allegorical christian series. It seems like an excellent find to me. I love the way the authors speak to you during the story. I think anyone aged ten and up would enjoy this book. (Adults too!) And if you like these, you might like The Door Within Trilogy as well. (I actually like them a bit better.)
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It's not entirely original for a recent work of fiction to contain an allegorical tale of the end times, so we're probably not surprised with  the arrival of the Wormling series. A Christian series, in fact. I fortunately didn't buy these books, but borrowed them to read  and discovered they're quite simply a waste of time. Let me explain. Most of us are probably familiar with The Lord of the Rings, Chronicles of Narnia, and other classic fantasy based stories. These bringing  to light some moral points possibly through some biblical analogy. It seems like that may have been the author(s) plan which unfortunately  got side-tracked as they got caught up in the story they were creating.  Yeah, creating. One thing they never tired of was making up new creatures to do their dirty work, namely, to serve the "baddies"  and hurt the "good guys". Hideous creature after hideous creature romp through the pages. Some are barely described and others ignored as you wonder what they look like. A few of the characters on the side of the good fall in this vague place as well, though one is described as having the face of a dog and a rat, thick fur (sheep, dog, whatever?), and hooves of a goat---though not in as many words. Come on!  They seemed afraid to copy characters/creatures most of us would be familiar with and made up their own (that Erol was a  dwarf/Munchkin/elf/what the heck?! The author(s) apparently made up much of these 5 books as they wrote them and they weren't secure  in what they were telling.  The last book is by far the worst: the writers hinting, maybe warning the reader at the coming atrocities, yet reveling in the telling.  Okay, I know things are terrible and will be for all evil, especially as written in Revelation, but the disturbing accounts here are appalling.  "And her blood", says the Dragon, "shall anoint my throne!" Page after page we hear the same gory phrase repeated carelessly till it's  annoying.  Out-of-place modern analogies only contributed to the jumble of confusion. There was even some bathroom humor thrown in,  more than likely to appeal to greater crowds of readers. Yet people call this 'clean!' Toilet jokes are not clean, folks!!  This is more than appalling in Christian juvenile fiction and probably just another ploy to sell more of this drivel.  Chapters are short, only to keep the story moving---and it does, but only on confusing trips seemingly only meant to fill the pages. This is not intended to be a comparison review but if you want a true Christian fiction fantasy, read The Door Within trilogy. Don't read the Wormling series. And please don't give it to your kids.
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Anonymous More than 1 year ago
Really good book based off of god Dragon satan king God owen jesus book of the king the Bible Written by christian author too if you lkke this you will also like left behind the kids
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
This book is awesome. It is a great conclusion to the great series. I recommend all of the books from the series.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
The book s to jumpy
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
It is amazing how the king works. It isalo amazing how our king works his name is god. Amazinh in fact this is a great series. Love it.