Born To Slay Dragons
Thirteen and a half thousand words of I-meant-to-publish-this-last-year.
Yep, that’s right: the sequel to Let’s All Be Heroes was finished last July, but somehow hasn’t been published until February. I shall tarry no longer! Here it is, in all its satirical-fantasy-glory, Born To Slay Dragons.
Here are the first couple paragraphs, presented in what I believe is called “advertising”:
Drake strode down the dusty dirt path that led to the village gate. He was quiet as per his habit, focusing on the sights, sounds and smells surrounding him. The cruel undertones of the children’s laughter. The tired sighs of the dogs lying lazily in the sunlight. The various depths of the shadows that grew shorter as the sun rose higher. The flecks of dust in his lank hair as he swept it behind his ear.
Drake Gellcomar was a fairly odd boy, and not only because of his highly perceptive senses. More thoughtful than the other boys of his age, he cared for more than merely hitting things with large, wooden swords. Aged fifteen, he was skinny and nimble, with long, dark, greasy hair and deep black eyes. His father, Bershond Gellcomar, swore that he looked Elvish. Drake wasn’t sure of that. He hadn’t met many Elves, mostly on account of them being legendary and generally mythological beings.
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