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Land of Fantasy II

The Land of Fantasy II

Protectors of Silmataurea



Book #2 in the Land of Fantasy trilogy--


EXPECTED RELEASE DATE
April 20, 2008

 

It is at the publishers, just waiting to be edited for content. Thank you so much for your excitement for this book... I hope you all enjoy!





First 2 paragraphs--



            Over the land of Silmataurea, a dark shadow soared over the castle of Arionan, the Great King of all the Lands.  Although he was long passed away, his son was a good and gentle king as well.  He was Elven from his mother, Allenya, and his pointed ears and white hair proved that, but his Father was Mankind, and his eyes were as black as coal.  Other kingdoms which would do him wrong left him alone knowing the fight that ended evil for a good thirty years over the peaceful lands ended with his Father’s last battle. All knew of his miraculous birth upon the battlefield in the land of Dark Shadows so many years ago and the tale of life given from Deaths hands themselves spread quickly on the lips of all creatures, good and evil alike. 

            The shadow circled around the castle and got closer before revealing itself as the great blue Dragon, Inanya.  Upon her back was the daughter of Allenya’s brother, Beirarn.   The Elves name was Nurta, meaning the “hider” since her father had married to the hidden Elves beyond the shadow lands, whom he had met on his adventures after the Great War.  She looked out over the green land dotted with little almost perfect houses and stone fences, keeping in cattle and sheep in the ever rolling hills of the kingdom.  Unicorns played in the fields, no fear known to them anymore, and even traveled down the streets of the pleasant towns circling the great white towers of the castle in the middle of the peaceful villages to have their neck adorned with chains of roses and daisies, and anything else the fare women and girls of the town had on hand and to eat little pieces of sweetbread from the baker who always loved the sight of the mythical creatures passing through their village as if they were a commonplace.