Seventeen-year-old Eric is a kick-butt squire to the most revered and protective knight in Fallhollow—well, he would be if Sir Trogsdill allowed him to do anything even remotely chivalrous.
Determined to prove his self-worth, Eric sets out to find the mythical paladin summoned to protect the realm. After all, if he can join forces with this legendary savior Sir Trogsdill will have to promote him to knighthood, right?
Meanwhile, 16-year-old David is whisked off to the magical realm of Fallhollow where everyone thinks he's some sort of paladin destined to fulfill a wacked-out, two-hundred year old prophecy. As Paladin, David is supposed to help kill a dragon bent on destroying the realm, but he needs some sort of magic key to do it.
The problem is that the key is around the neck of an annoying squire who's too wrapped up in proving himself which makes him completely unhelpful.
With egos as big as the dragon they need to destroy, Eric and David must get over themselves or watch everything they know and love burn.
About the Author
J. Keller Ford is a former paralegal who grew up as an Army brat, traveling the world and wandering the halls of some of Germany’s most extraordinary castles. When not at her keyboard breathing new life into fantasy worlds, she spends time overloading on coffee, collecting seashells, bowling, swimming, riding roller coasters, and talking plotlines with anyone who will listen. She lives on the West Coast of Florida.
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In the Shadow of the Dragon King
By J. Keller Ford
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Had Eric known what daylight would bring after the nightmares ended, he would have remained in bed, the covers pulled over his head.
Instead, he waded through the puddles of the castle's upper courtyard, each gong from the clock tower coiling his stomach into tighter knots. Sloshing beside him along the aisle of topiaries and statues was his best friend, a devilish lad with unkempt hair the color of dirt and a cockeyed grin.
"I don't know why you're in such a hurry," Sestian said, polishing an apple on his sleeve. "Weapons class began fifteen minutes ago. Master Mafi won't allow us in." The apple crunched in his teeth.
"You don't understand, Ses. I have to try." Eric swatted at the spindly arms of a willow tree. "This will be the third day in a row I've missed. If I don't go, word will get back to Trog, and he'll flog me. You know how he gets."
"You worry too much. He'd never physically hurt you. However, I do have to admit, he is quite an odd fellow. I saw him make another midnight trek to the fountain last night. He sat there all hunched over like he'd lost his best friend, and then he stood, dropped a rose in the water, and left."
Eric's muscles bunched under his light shirt, his brow pinched. "That is bizarre, even for him."
"Want to hear something even more bizarre?" Sestian paused, took another bite of the apple and buried the core in a potted plant. "I overheard Trog and my headache of a master talking this morning. I believe the exact words out of Farnsworth's mouth were, 'Fallhollow is under attack.'"
Eric came to a stop, his eyes wide. "Attack? From who?"
Sestian shrugged. "Don't know, but members of the Senate and the Mages' High Council arrived an hour ago, including the Supreme Master himself. They're meeting with the Order as we speak."
"What?" Eric's pulse quickened. "Jared's here? You saw him?"
The grand mage of all magical beings never involved himself in the affairs of men. Ever.
"No, but I plan to change that." An impish twinkle glistened in Sestian's eyes. "Are you game?"
"What? You want to — you mean — you're joking, right?"
The puckish grin on Sestian's face answered his question.
Eric shook his head. "Oh, no. There is no way you're going to get me to eavesdrop on a secret council meeting. I'd rather get hit by lightning than suffer punishment from anyone sitting in that room."
"Aww, come on, Eric. Must you always be so dull? Aren't you the least bit curious?"
"That sort of curiosity will land us in the pillory at best." Eric pushed past his friend through the carved citadel doors. Sestian darted in front of him and stopped.
"My point is that I value my life."
"And what of Fallhollow? Don't you value our home?"
"Of course I do, but —"
"Then what are you waiting for?" Sestian punched Eric's arm. "Let's go."
"Ses, no!" Eric's protest fell on empty ears. His friend was gone.
Eric brushed past the lapis columns of the marble vestibule into the Great Hall, a wide-open space topped by a domed ceiling so high its ornate detail became lost in the darkness. Nobles and servants milled about, coming and going out of the many rooms, laughter echoing off the walls speckled with massive tapestries and oil paintings. A flock of girls dressed in aristocratic finery stood upon the majestic staircase, twittering like excited canaries. One of them, Lady Emelia, a startling girl with red hair and striking features, waved at him and winked. Eric rolled his eyes and scurried down the hall past the stairs. The last thing he wanted or needed was a flighty girl choking his freedom.
He passed several lavish rooms before spotting his friend at the far end of the music room, leaning on a harp.
"What took you so long?" Sestian grinned, then pushed aside a wall tapestry and vanished through a secret door.
"Drat you, Ses. How do you find these things?" Eric glanced over his shoulder and followed.
Inside, Sestian struck a wooden match against the stone wall and lit a torch he plucked from an iron sconce. They climbed a set of narrow steps. The guttering flame of Sestian's torch cast shadows on the walls. More than once the passageway twisted and turned as they ascended.
"Are you sure you know where you're going?" Eric asked.
Sestian laughed. "We're in the heart of the castle, and you're going to ask that question now?"
They continued upward. After what seemed an eternity, the steps emptied onto the landing of a dark corridor filled with cobwebs. Sestian stopped and thrust the torch at Eric.
"Hold this." He spun a wall sconce in a combination of left and right turns until a latch popped, and a hidden door opened inward, exposing a small room filled with wooden crates.
"What the —?" Eric stepped inside, his mouth open.
Sestian placed his finger to his lips and motioned to a jagged hole the size of a man's fist in the wall.
Curious, Eric squatted and peered through a banner of delicate silk hanging on the other side.
"Dragon's breath," he whispered. "That's the king's arbitration room!" He flicked a sideways glance at Sestian. "How did you find this?"
"I don't sleep much, remember?"
"Dragon's breath, you are crazy."
A chair scraped across the wood floor below. Four mages, recognizable by their golden skin, turquoise eyes, and sapphire–blue garments sat on one side of an immense oval table. Four senators clad in similar garments of purple and gold sat across from them. At one head of the table sat Trog and Farnsworth. At the other, a sojourner shrouded in black with silver rings on his fingers and tattoos etched upon his hands. And at one of the five arched windows stood the sorceress, Slavandria, her thick lavender hair plaited in a single braid to the floor.
"Jared," Eric said under his breath, offering Sestian a view.
"Yep," Sestian said. "That'd be my guess." He sat against the wall, his knees to his chest.
Below, Trog leaned forward, his massive hands clasped together, and addressed the cloaked figure opposite him. "We will heed your warnings, Master Jared, and dispatch a legion to Their Majesties. Latest word is they have left the kingdom of Banning and should arrive in Gyllen by tomorrow evening. I also think it wise to notify our neighbors to the north of the encroaching threat. If this enemy's intentions are to see Hirth fall, he will attack our allies first to render our kingdom helpless."
"Agreed." Jared's voice resonated deep within the chambers, and into Eric's core. "Master Camden, see to it the kingdoms of Trent and Banning are informed of the possible threat. Also, instruct the shime to dispatch regiments and secure the borders of Hirth."
"Do you feel that necessary?" replied a bald man clad in blue. "There is no proof the kingdom of Hirth or the realm of Fallhollow, for that matter, is under attack. There have only been a few isolated incidents of bloodshed, nothing that could be construed as acts of war."
"Master Camden," Jared said, "several families of barbegazis, a herd of nine unicorns, and over a hundred humans are dead, all in the course of four days. This morning, patrols rescued a herd of pixies from a crow's cage in the Elmwithian Marsh. They were swathed in dragon's blood. Might I remind you, a single act of brutality, especially one steeped in black magic as these incidences are, is one violation too many. Our job is to protect this world, and more so this kingdom, from any dark sorcery that may threaten it. If this directive is in any way unclear, I will be more than happy to personally instruct you on the importance of upholding your defensive role."
A chill crept up Eric's spine.
"Oh, come on. Instruct him," Sestian said quietly, a grin stretched across his face.
A palpable silence fell over the room. Master Camden shifted in his seat and wiped the beads of sweat from his forehead. "Personal instruction is not necessary, Supreme Master."
"I find that to be a wise decision."
Eric exhaled. Yes, so do I.
Jared stood and pulled the hood of his cloak forward. "Since we are in agreement, I believe we can disperse. Sir Trogsdill, if I may, I'd like to speak with my daughter alone."
"Of course," Trog said, standing. "The rest of you, follow me to the dining hall where you can feast before your journey home."
"I don't believe this," Sestian whispered as Trog ushered the last of the visitors out and closed the door behind him.
"Shh," Eric said.
Down below, Slavandria said. "What is on your mind, Father?"
Jared strolled past her, his hands tucked into his voluminous sleeves. "I have given this a great deal of thought, and I have reached a decision. Considering all that has happened, I have no other choice than to order you to summon the paladin."
Her gasp could have ripped leaves from their stems.
"Father, no! I can't! The paladin is only to be summoned in the direst of circumstances. While these attacks are horrid, they are far from extreme."
"Father, please. The ramifications will be devastating to all those involved. Together with the shime, we'll find this enemy and bring him into the light. I beg you. Please do not do ask me to do this."
"If that were true, they would have done so by now. As such, your arguing is futile. My decision is made. By sunset within three days, you as queen of the Southern Forest and Protector of the realm must fulfill your duties. I will have the document drawn and sealed. Have Mangus deliver it. So it is said?"
Slavandria's jaw tightened. "You're being unreasonable."
"And you are bordering the line of punishment."
Eric shuddered at the menacing tone.
"Do I have your word?" Jared asked.
Slavandria straightened her back and steadied her voice. "Yes, Father. So it is said. So it shall be done, but do not think for one minute I won't improvise when the time presents itself."
"You have always been my challenge, child. I would expect nothing less from you. Now, if you will forgive me, I must go."
"Where this time?"
"Home to Felindil for a day. Afterward, I will be in seclusion, communing with the heavens before taking to the sea."
"What? And leave me here to set the world right once the paladin arrives?"
Jared's full-bodied laughter filled the room. "You sound as if the demon of the underworld will rise, spewing fire and ash."
"And how do you know he won't?" She paused, her fingers steepled to her lips before continuing. "Father, please. All I ask is, for once in your long, stubborn life, listen to me. The people of this kingdom and all of Fallhollow are innocent. They need our protection. I fear what the paladin's presence will do. You can't bring such devastation upon Fallhollow and then leave me to salvage whatever is left."
"I bring nothing upon this realm; therefore, I leave you with nothing to clean up. The course of the world is set. Events will unfold as they will. The paladin will not change that which is in motion."
"You're wrong, Father." Slavandria brushed past him.
"Disagree if you must. You always do. For now, go home. Wait for my summoning papers and prepare the traveler. I will come to you in Chalisdawn three days hence."
Jared snapped his fingers. White shards of light crackled and zapped around him, and he was gone.
Slavandria shook her head. "You have no idea what you've done, Father." She gathered her cloak from the back of a chair and incanted some strange words. A swift pale-blue mist rose from the floor, swirling, engulfing her in a vortex. The air sizzled and splintered, and she too disappeared.
"Whoa," Sestian said. "This is worse than bad."
"No kidding," Eric stood and brushed the dust from his breeches, "and I have a feeling it's going to get a lot worse."
Sestian withdrew the torch as they left the room and shut the door. "You do realize we're going to have to find out who this paladin is, right?"
Eric walked down the steps. "Why is that?"
"Come on. Are you that daft? How else are we going to prove to Trog and Farnsworth that we're deserving of becoming knights? Right now all we are to them is a pair of imbeciles worthy of nothing more than polishing armor and performing the duties of a valet."
"We're squires, Ses. That's what we do."
"And it's all we'll ever do if we don't prove ourselves. Don't you get it? When was the last time Gyllen Castle or Hirth saw battle, hmm?"
"You sound as if you want war."
"No, but I haven't trained all my life to become a knight only to end up as a fat, lazy, well-paid manservant."
Eric turned a corner and continued downward, his voice hollow in the muted dark. "I don't think you'll ever be fat or lazy."
"Eric, come on. Why must you be so difficult? Without a skirmish or two, acts of heroism for us are limited to rescuing girls from over-zealous drunkards and protecting the royal dinner from the palace dogs. I want more than that. When I die, I don't want to be remembered for how well I polished a sword, but for something grand and heroic. Don't you want the same?"
"Of course I do, but I don't sit around thinking about what legacy I want to leave behind when I die."
"Liar. All you ever talk about is how much you want to be a knight like Trog." Sestian shoved past Eric and blocked his descent. "Think about it. You know as well as I that we'll be relegated to saddling horses and packing rations and bedrolls if there is the slightest hint of a conflict. They won't let us anywhere near a battlefield, especially you. It's like you're some poster boy for squire school."
"I know, but —"
"No, there are no buts. Don't you see? Now is our chance to show our mettle. If we team up with this paladin, we have a chance to prove ourselves. Trog and Farnsworth will have to take notice."
"Yeah, after they flog, tar, and feather us. Besides, what makes you think this paladin will want us, huh? He's probably some powerful sorcerer like Jared."
"No one is as powerful as Jared, but I'll bet you a rooster against a duck this savior dabbles not only in white but black magic, too. That's why Jared needs him."
"Which is all the more reason for us to keep our distance."
"No! It's all the more reason for us to find him. He'll need guides to help him maneuver through our lands. We'll be heroes for saving Fallhollow from a murderous foe. King Gildore will praise us. They'll write songs about us."
Eric rolled his eyes.
Sestian snorted. "Don't think I can't hear your eyes flipping around in their sockets. You know I'm right. We know every crack in the earth Fallhollow possesses. The very best knights in the world have trained us. On top of that, I have a knack for getting us in and out of places unseen. You're extraordinary with a blade. Together, we're dangerous. We can be his eyes and ears. And when we defeat whatever is out there, Trog and Farnsworth will have no choice but to admit our accomplishments and recommend us for knighthood."
Sestian's stance and the set of his eyes conveyed an intensity Eric admired and feared. He sighed aloud. "All right. You win, but we say nothing. If Trog and Farnsworth found out, they'd roll us in dragon dung and set us on fire."
Sestian punched Eric playfully on the arm and smiled, wide. "Ha! I knew I could break you."
They hurried from the music room and fell in with other students leaving classrooms. In the sunlit courtyard, Eric stopped short. Sestian plowed into him from behind.
Eric gritted his teeth. "Do you not see who is standing in front of us?"
Sestian turned his gaze to their masters leaning against the balustrade, their arms folded against their chests, waiting. "Great. Let me handle this."
Trog stood upright and adjusted the sword on his hip, flexing the intersecting scars on his arms — reminders of dozens of battles fought. He took a step forward, and a gust of wind blew his dark hair back from his weathered, sun-darkened face, exposing a high forehead, square jaw, and intense peridot eyes. Eric gulped as a childhood tale about a sly mouse captured by a blind owl scampered through his brain.
"You're late," Trog said, tossing Eric a suede satchel weighed down with sheathed knives. "Where have you been?" He spoke softly, but his voice reverberated through the crisp morning air.
"Listening to Magister Timan's lecture on ceremonial magic," Sestian replied. "Did you know there are magical portals that allow us to travel between realms?"
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A great mix of reality and fantasy! Loved it!
My mind is blown with how completely magnificent this book is! And I'm super grateful Ms J is making it a trilogy. And though the blurb is good it really doesn't do this book justice because there's just so much... MORE! So there's two major places this book takes place, our normal world, and Fallhollow. Davis lives here in our world but he is a lot more than just human. His parents sent him here to be safe from the threats at home. And then Eric is from Fallhollow. He's a knight's squire. He's a good guy but he just wants more and has ambition for things he's not ready to hear. There's a lot of secrets being kept from both of them and when some of those secrets start coming out, they react so differently. David kinda shuts down until he has not choice. Eric lashes out and has a few immature choices he made. I loved the characters so much. They are all so well developed and each one feels real! Like a person I just talked to. It's hard to do that well, but Ms J did it with ease! You're gunna not only fall for Eric and David, but for Charlotee, whom is David's human best friend that he's secretly in love with. And you'll fall in love with Eric's sneaky best friend, and Sir T as I called him, and the other Knights. You'll even love the king and queen, and the crazy magical sorcerers, sorceress, and even the bag guys. And there's more than one dragon, one I adore and one that needs to not live for too much longer. There's a lot of good things happening between characters but there's also betrayal and secrets and some not so savory happening as well. Now on to the world building. Holy crap on a cracker batman, this is one of the BEST world buildings I've ever read!!! And it's done in a way that you don't really notice until halfway though the book it's like a stunning painting floating in your brain. Ms J introduced this beautiful world of Fallhollow slowly so it's not two pages of info dump shoved in your face. As the characters travel you see what they see. And the writing, well that should already be easy for you to guess how I feel. It's spectacular. I was completely hooked!! I found myself picking up my book every single second I could! And when it ended I almost cried, until I read the author note at the end stating there will be another book. Then in seconds I was cheering out loud!! And I'm absolutely dying for that next book!!! And I think this book can appeal to almost anyone, no matter age or genre preference because it's just that good!!! Ms J, THANK YOU times 10 for letting me read your book. Be prepared for me to stalk you until books 2 and 3 are in my grubby little paws!!!! And to everyone else, not all dragons are bad, but not all dragons are good- be prepared for this! 5 PHENOMENONAL PAWS!!!
I was initially interested in this one because I read the synopsis and thought it sounded a lot like Skyrim. I thought to myself, "Dragons, and someone called the Paladin? Sounds an awful lot like the Dragonborn...I'm in!" And I have to say I did end up really enjoying this one! What really hooked me in was the world building. From the first chapter we are introduced to Eric's world of Fallhallow, and I was thinking, "Okay, yes, I'm about this." I was a little jarred in the next chapter when we meet David and he's in the modern world, but if you continue to read, that part of the story makes a lot more sense. I thought the political background was pretty interesting. It is really the backstabbing politics of this world that has caused the Dragon King to escape and started a new war. There is also even a mention of churches and religion, which I liked because I feel like we don't get a lot about religion in YA, and I would like to see that explored more. I was also intrigued by how the Mages are viewed in this society. At times they refer to "men" as "other" from themselves and are "forbidden to interfere with the lives of men." I found this a little confusing at first because it seemed like that meant all Mages were not human, but I think what Ford is trying to convey here is that the Mages are the "other" in this world and they don't really adhere to the same rules as humans. Although, they do interfere A LOT more than they claim. Sir Trogsdill our knight in the story actually makes a comment about this at the end of the novel, which just made me love him more. Although I really enjoyed this one, there were a few things that fell flat for me, but by no means were deal breakers. I had a hard time sympathizing with Eric. He acted childish and I found his quest for glory to be rather selfish. He does realize his mistake towards the end, but I felt like his character development and even the ending of this novel was a little rushed. I found our other hero David to be a little annoying in the beginning of the novel, but I think I understood why. He was a kid that was whisked away to a strange land and told he was supposed to be some sort of dragon slayer. He has to find the strength in himself to rise to the occasion, and I could understand his struggle more than Eric's struggle to be taken seriously. I do like that when these two meet they really don't like each other. They are both strong-willed and determined characters that I thought it would make sense that they wouldn't get along. There was definitely a power struggle between them, and I liked that Keller included that. One other thing I want to see in the next book is more of Charlotte. I felt like we got a good sense of who she was in the beginning of the story, but once her and David get sent to Fallhallow I felt like she wasn't that developed as a character. I definitely want to see her fleshed out a little more. I want a real reason for why she needs to be with David in this strange land. I know in this novel it's because she is now a healer, but I didn't see enough of that to really convince me of her purpose in this story. I think if you love a fantasy world with great world building, or you have an interest in dragons this is good book for you!
When I read the synopsis for this book I was so excited to get my hands on this book! It sounded so exciting and like an epic adventure. Unfortunately this novel just fell completely flat for me. I really tried to like it. I got halfway through this book and I just had to put it down. I just couldn't go on any longer. I felt like there wasn't much world building. The conversations in the book were lengthy and unneeded at times. It felt like I was reading a conversation more than reading a story. I couldn't connect to the characters. They were supposed to be 16 years old but they reminded me more of nine or ten year olds with the way they acted. They were annoying, whiney, and just very immature. It got confusing at times and I couldn't keep track of all of the characters. I felt like the story was way more tell than show. Everything was being told and explained to me in conversation rather than being shown. At times it was all over the place. It felt rushed. It didn't keep my interest and I was forcing myself to read it in hopes that it would just get better. The plot started to get a little weird for me and seemed very unbelievable and ridiculous. The characters started to completely annoy me and I just had to put it down. I was very disappointed. I really wanted to love this book. I was completely let down. The cover is absolutely stunning and the synopsis sounded excellent and I thought this was going to be a fun and fantastic read but it just wasn't. :-(
This a delightful story that weave the story of two boys who lives are intertwined even thought they are from to very different worlds. You got David from our world who has no knowledge of magic and then you got Eric who just wants to be noticed for those things he desperately feels he can do. The two will meet and those this book is very long for a first novel it does a great job of describing the landscape, the creatures you encounter and keeps you guessing right up to the end. A very well done an thought out story.