F – Fallhollow


Hi all, welcome to the A-Z challenge.  I thought I had this little ditty planned to go live yesterday, but when I checked my blog this morning, it was still sitting in  time out in my ‘edit’ box.  It’s all good, though.  This way I can post and do my Sunday Snippet Blog hop all at one time!

The A-Z challenge letter for yesterday was the letter “F”.  Since I’m focusing on my novel, The Eye of Kedge, let’s take a little trip to the magical and dangerous world of Fallhollow.  I think I’ll let Sir Trogsdill  Domnall tell you about it. (BTW, this scene is currently in edit mode.  Feedback and comments would be very helpful).

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Trog leaned against a tree and peeled the skin from an apple.  “Einar seized the kingdom and made Berg Castle his lair.  That’s when he started growing his army of shadowmorths.”

“Why didn’t the mages do something to stop him?” David asked, popping a handful of berries in his mouth.

“They tried, but everything they did failed.  Jared got involved and sent his daughters and an apprentice magician by the name of Seyekrad to Fallhollow.  Together, they confined the beast below Lake Sturtle.”

David sputtered his food.

“That’s stupid.”  Charlotte tossed David the boda bag.  “Why not just kill him?”

“His scales ward off white magic.”  Trog cut a slice of apple and ate it.  “All they could do was imprison him.”

Charlotte stood and tacked up her hair.  “Well, they didn’t do a great job did they.”

“How long ago did all this happen?” David asked, his brain trying to envision a dragon beneath Lake Sturtle.

“Oh, about a hundred years ago, give or take a few years.”  Trog wiped the blade and sheathed it.  “Of course Einar, being the self-centered miscreant he is, decided to go after Hirth, but he was beaten  by a fifteen-year old lad and an arrow tipped in heem.”    

“Heem?” Charlotte threw her satchel over her shoulder.

“The saliva from an estreal, a rare bird found in the jungles of the floating isles of Ansilar.  Dragon hunters use it to kill their prey.  Sadly, it didn’t kill the beast but it did incapacitate him, until about eighteen years ago.”

“I take it he attacked Hirth again?” David said. 

“Tried,” Trog said.  He pulled on his boots and gathered his bag.  “This time the mages were able to spin a powerful sleeping spell around him, which held until two days ago.”  

David’s stomach fell into a hollow emptiness under the weight of Trog’s words.  He knew all too well what happened two days ago.  Now if he could only figure out how to fix it.  Thing was, he didn’t have a clue.

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Don’t forget to hop around to the other bloggers who are participating in the A-Z challenge.  You can find the list here.

D – David Heiland


Good day everyone, and welcome to day 4 of the A-Z Challenge.  Thanks for stopping by and reading my contribution to this fun blogging event.  Please feel free to stay as long as you like, then jump on over to see what the other participants are blogging about.

Now on to the letter D.  From my YA novel, The Eye of Kedge, it gives me great pleasure to introduce you to David Alwyn Heiland, one of three main protagonists.  Charlotte you met yesterday, David is today, and Eric follows tomorrow.   Anyone interested to see how I envision David?  Click on the little guy below to find out.

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David was born March 31 and is almost 18 years old, extremely wealthy and lives with his godmother, Lily, in an 1860’s mansion in Havendale, Tennessee.  His father died 3 months before David was born.  His mother died from complications after David’s birth. His car:  a steel-blue 1967 Shelby Mustang GT500.

He is a champion archer, great at shooting paper targets, but his love for living creatures makes it impossible to shoot and kill.  He’s secretly in love with his best friend, Charlotte, and his OCD tends to get him in sticky spots.  He takes pride in his appearance, is always stylish.  He can be  short-tempered, stubborn, and quick to judge, but those traits are quickly squelched when thrust into the care of Sir Trogsdill Domnall, a highly respected and lethal knight of the kingdom of Hirth.  David may not be fond of Trog’s methods of teaching, but when he comes face to face with two enemies determined to kill him, David  realizes Trog may not be such a bad teacher after all.

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David woke upon a straw mattress in a moon-lit room cluttered with strange items.  Braided vines hung from the rafters, piles of river rocks and unusual stones, talons, teeth and amulets perched on weather-beaten shelves.  Sloughed reptilian skins hung like party streamers from the ceiling while red and black ink blot paintings clung to the walls at a tilt. A high-backed rocking chair sat in the corner like a lone, forgotten figure, its seat in bad need of repair.  Soft moonlight reflected off the water in the basin, casting ripples of glimmering brilliance upon the planked walls.

A knock on the door broke his concentration.  He flung his long legs over the edge and sat up as the gangling, paper-thin stranger entered carrying a wooden bowl and mug, both with knots, branches and leaves protruding from their sides.  He set them on a nearby round table, along with a lit candle, its yellow wax dripping like lemon tears down its tapered form.

“I have brought you nourishment.”  His voice was soothing, lyrical, like the gurgle of a babbling brook on a Spring day.  “I figured you could do with some stickies on your insides.  I have drawn you a warm bath. It awaits you at the end of the hall.  Fresh clothes are on the chest at the foot of the bed.  Take your time.  When you are done, come downstairs.  We have much to discuss.”  The stranger turned to leave.

“Wait.”  David stood and swept aside fringes of dark hair clumped together by briars. “Who are you?  What are you?”

The stranger flashed a mouth of paper-flat teeth.  “My name is Finnegan.  Finnegan Aginagin and I am a sestra, an emissary of the mages.  You may call me Finn.”

A for Amethyst Dragon


Hi everyone.  It’s April which means it’s time for the A-Z challenge!  This is my second year to participate and I’m really excited.  Last year was fun, but I didn’t really have a theme.  This year, I’m dedicating the A-Z challenge to my novel, temporarily titled, THE EYE OF KEDGE (formerly known as In the Shadow of the Dragon King). It is  a YA fantasy that’s been in the works way too long.   This year, I’ve decided to quit trying to make it perfect (because there is no such thing as a “perfect” novel), edit it the best I can, and move on to the second book in the trilogy.  With that said, let the fun of the A-Z challenge begin!

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A – Amethyst Dragon

We all have antagonists in our stories. Mine just happens to be a self-centered amethyst dragon by the name of Einar, and what a beast he is to behold:  

“Dark purple and black scales covered his muscular body from snout to tail.  Leathery wings twitched against his side.  He measured no less than sixty feet in length, and stood half as tall. A stench of rotten eggs clung to him.  The beast shifted.  Shattered rock tumbled in clinks to the ground.  His amber eyes, set wide in his horned head, blinked vertically.”

Steeped in black magic, Einar is impervious to death by humans and white magic.  Most amethyst dragons are not confrontational, but Einar is not like most dragons.  Over-confident and armed with a vendetta, he is determined to kill everyone who has caused him harm.  He’s never been closer to fulfilling his lust for vengeance…until he comes face to face with the very thing that can take his life.  Staring down his own mortality, Einar must make a choice and make it fast – fight or flight?  His choice might just be his last.

Six Sentence Sunday


Here’s a snippet from the last chapter of my second book in the Chronicles of Fallhollow trilogy.  Funny, I wrote this entire chapter before I ever wrote a word on the first novel in the trilogy.  I hope you enjoy it.

David stood and bellowed, “Let him go!”

He drew his sword over his head, and lobbed it through the air with every ounce of energy he had left.  Einar roared as the weapon lodged deep into his hindquarters.  Ravenhawk tumbled from the dragon’s talons to the ground.  Sharpfeather and Windfox scrambled to his aid, their bows drawn. Others appeared through the fire and smoke with crossbows, axes and spears in hand.

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