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SummaryDragons in the real world, mixed with Arthurian legend…These three quartets follow the adventures of a girl with dragon wings, a boy who breathes fire, and their eclectic group of friends as they fight dragon slayers, Nephilim, and otherworldly elements. Full of high-packed action and sword-swinging adventure, great for boys and fans of Percy Jackson.
StatsGenre: Teen (13-16 years) high fantasy with threads of political intrigue and romance.
Series length: Three books, plus prequel trilogy (The Kinsman Chronicles) Violence: Moderate fantasy violence Magic/Supernatural: Light to moderate supernatural Romance: Minimal until the end of book 2; moderate after that. Christian/spiritual element: Overt allegorical elements Recommendation: Excellent for boys or girls who enjoy medieval fantasy and high adventure You might like this book if you liked... The Lord of the Rings, Eragon, or books by Chuck Black. To Purchase
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A winter storm is brewing. I can tell by the damp chill in the air. I hope we get blankets. Last year the guards told us they had to save the coats and blankets for the soldiers, but I don't believe them. Malice spices their words, as chilling as last February's blizzard. It was so cold one night, Ashley nearly froze to death. If not for wrapping her in my wings, I'm sure she would have died. Summer breezes thawed our bones, but autumn breezes portend another storm. Will we survive this time? |
Song of the Ovulum (Children of the Bard, Book 1)
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Matt sprawled in the mud next to Walter. Five armed prison guards surrounded him, one with a rifle pointed at his head. The other four shifted their aims wildly at dragons orbiting outside an encircling firestorm. Flames crackled. Steam billowed. Dragons and men screamed. Walter belly crawled through the mire, whispering, "Get ready. I'm calling for backup through the tooth transmitter." "Go for it." |
From the Mouth of Elijah
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Q winged shadow flitted by the motel room window, first one way, then the other, like an animated silhouette painted on the drapes. Matt lifted from his pillow and propped himself on an elbow. Was it a bird? If so, it had to be a big one, maybe an owl sweeping past. Yet, bird or not, something had ignited the danger alarm in his gut. No more sleeping, at least not until the sensation eased. From the partially closed bathroom, a narrow shaft of light illuminated the area, revealing a TV, desk, dresser, and two beds. Matt lay in the one closer to the window, while his mother and Darcy slept in the other. The pairing seemed odd--a winged woman of incomparable faith slumbering next to a young prostitute fresh from a street corner--strange bedfellows indeed. |
The Seventh Door (Children of the Bard, Book 3)
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Frozen faces, pale and grim, lay sealed under a sheet of ice--lost...forlorn...without purpose. Or so they seemed. Standing at the edge of the reservoir, Merlin kept his stare on the nebulous faces, soulless phantasms that held no thoughts as they drifted in misty swirls under the icy surface. Mindless or not, they were a bit more animated than usual. Perhaps a newly slain martyr had recently infused a surge of energy into this sacred pool. He pushed the bottom end of his walking staff into the thick ice. Radiance surrounded the smooth acacia wood and rode upward until it reached a candlestone wedged within a triple fork at the top. The candlestone, a crystalline gem about the size of his thumb, absorbed the light, made it spin around its dark core, and sent it out again in a dim yellow beam parallel to the floor. |
Omega Dragon (Children of the Bard, Book 4)
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