Monday, 23 November 2015

THE LATEST IN GREAT DRAGON STORIES


Released today: Daisy Banks latest release - "Serving the Serpents"

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Below is a teaser, just for you.


Excerpt 2
From Chapter 2
Frowning in his displeasure, Herensuge stared at the youth who sat at the edge of the cave. “I’m not in the mood for music, boy,” he snapped. “Olaf, he knew what he was doing. I wouldn’t be feeling like this if Olaf were still Derskijoar here.”
“Look, it’s no good going on about it. My uncle Olaf’s been gone these three years. I’m sick of you talking about it. Olaf left, it was his time to do so, and he’d probably had enough of you. Listen to the music. It’s meant to soothe and calm you down.” Leif pressed the button on his black machine, and the music with its rhythmic beat pounded in the cave.
Herensuge flopped down so hard the sandy floor juddered. He curled his upper lip above his longest tooth and sucked in a deep breath. Dissatisfaction poured through every one of his ruffled scales. “I wish you could read faster, boy.”
“Do you know how hard it is reading Old Norse? There are no helpful little translations in here. I don’t know which bit of the manuscript deals with this particular problem.” The lad sat cross-legged some way off, the huge leather-bound book across his knees, well out of reach of the splashes of the water cascading down over the circular hole in the limestone roof of the cave. “I’m sorry, Heren,” Leif said. “I’m doing my best. I swear to you. I don’t want you to get ill. Here, have a cloudberry.” He flipped one over.
Mollified more by the use of his close name than the small berry he snapped up, Heren eyed the lad. “I apologize too. I know you’re working hard to find the answer. If only I could recall the cure. But it’s all so long ago. Centuries of dreaming, and the world is a far different place.”
Leif nodded. “I know. Now, you relax, listen to the music, and I’ll keep reading. Try to stay calm. The last thing we need is a big burn-up.”
Resigned to the music and his continued suffering, Herensuge lounged. He tapped a claw in time to the drums and watched his diamond and gold claw ring send brilliant sparkles of light dancing on the cave walls. All very well, but the tingling itch remained. The uncomfortable itching got worse every day and forced him to roll and writhe against the thick rock pillars or lie with his belly submerged in the cool of the turquoise water, and yet even the icy chill of the pool didn’t soothe the heat. A fresh rumbling growl rose from his stomach.
Leif glanced up from the book. “Not again.”
“Sorry.” A cloud of smoke wafted from Heren’s open mouth, followed by a flash of red fire that licked toward the youth. The lad yanked the book away and grabbed the fire extinguisher he’d insisted on bringing into the cave for the last month.
 “Loki’s balls! Please, Heren, I want to keep mine. Breathe the other way if you must flame.” 

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