The dragons are reawakening. All the signs indicate as much. The duration of the spell that forced the beasts into magically prolonged slumber has nearly elapsed. The fanatical Cult of the Wyrm, secretly worshipping the power of the creatures throughout the dark centuries, has come out of hiding and is murdering those whom it believes have the power to reinstate the spell. And the now-forgotten caverns where the wyrms were confined so many centuries ago shake with the stirrings of the restless dragons. A mismatched group of would-be heroes finds itself in the possession of one of the few surviving copies of the spell, the “Dragon’s Lullaby.”
Shadowbender is worried. Lacking sufficient time to transcribe the spell, he is forced to rely on the hope it can be cast in its current song form—and music is a skill he does not possess. Furthermore, he is responsible for leading this partially neophyte group across a trackless wilderness filled with hidden perils.
Drake of Allendale is hopeful; he feels they will be able to find the semi-legendary Vale of the Wyrm wherein the spell must be cast despite the fact no one really knows where it is.
Roland is irked off; the others seem oblivious to the stupidity of setting out to cast the spell when exactly no one in the group actually knows how to cast it.
Oceana is conciliatory; she knows the prejudices and incompatibility of several members of the group threaten to fragment their fellowship.
Quint is brave; he isn’t concerned the fanatical Cult of the Wyrm that is dogging their every step will kill them in order to prevent the casting of the spell despite the superior numbers, experience, and possession of home territory advantage this group enjoys—well, he isn’t overly concerned.
Will this group be able to overcome their own failings long enough to survive to cast the “Dragon’s Lullaby” and save the world from the depredation of the dragons? Shadowbender does not think so, but they are resolved to do so or (what’s more likely) die in the attempt.
|Publisher:||Bret James Stewart|
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About the Author
I love to read and write. When I was a child and envisioned my future, I saw myself smoking a pipe in a study, happily studying. My dreams have come true! I praise the Lord, who has given me the ability to pursue my dream. I have many varied interests, and this has resulted in me writing in many different genres and styles. I greatly enjoy hiking, playing games, and learning. I fill my professional and hobby time with these endeavours. I live in the beautiful mountains of Western North Carolina surrounded by National Forests and State Parks. This definitely helps with the hiking trail reviews I write--see www.blueridgehiker.com. I love music in virtually all genres and almost always have something playing. I am also a lifelong learner. I am currently attending school. In addition to official/professional studies, I always have a book going that contributes to my knowledge in some fashion. I have been called into ministry and am a Christian Druid focusing upon proper Christian stewardship of the environment. I am also a member of the inter-faith druidic organization of the Ancient Order of Druids in America (AODA) www.aoda.org. My goal is to have a specifically Christian Druidry website up soon providing Christians and others with resources to fulfill this often-neglected area of God-given responsibility. Writing is an art for me. I have no interest in catering to fashion or whim in order to strive for a runaway best seller. I craft each book with love and create what I feel to be the highest quality book possible. Of course, some books are more artistic than others. With some of the non-fiction, for example, "highest quality" can simply mean accuracy. Other areas, such as poetry, are exclusively artistic, so "highest quality" means I do it to the best of my ability. If I can touch someone's life in a meaningful way, then I consider my book a success. I am lucky enough to have grown up in the small town of Brevard, North Carolina. Much of my family still lives in the area. I have two grown sons who have left home, leaving me with my feline buddy, Petit-Leon, le Chronicleer du Fay.