Dragon Tails: Dragon heir meets humans
Ramon Higgins
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(, July 30, 2015)
Enter the fantasy world of an unexpected encounter between a Dragon Prince and a 13-year-old farm boy!Dragon heir Dracor and 13-year-old Jacen Finley meet in Ashen forest under life-and-death circumstances. Having flown to human land to recover his dead brother's body on a secret mission, Dracor is shot in its wing by terrified people. Fatally injured, he plummets into a gargantuan spider web where a monstrous spider waits to devour him. In that moment, Dracor must choose between putting aside his hatred for humans and being eaten alive by another predator.Jacen Finley is an animal lover and has always dreamt of meeting a dragon. His dream comes true when he meets Dracor. Although the dragon is nowhere close to Jacen's fantasy of a majestic fire-breathing dragon, Jacen risks his life to save the giant lizard.After Dracor's narrow escape and Jacen's valient attempt to free Dracor, both are unsure of what the future holds for them.*This is a short story, ideal for avid dragon lovers, both adults and children.*Books 2 and 3 are out!Book 2: "Saving Dracor" - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B015898UJ0Preview of Saving DracorFinally, they were just behind the house, a modest but well-built two story wooden cabin. A deck on the second story afforded a lovely view of the whole farm and much of the forest beyond. The back yard was dotted with shrubs, which his mother paid a man from the village to manicure once a week.“Wait here,” Jacen said. He went around to the side door that led directly into the kitchen.There, just as expected, he found his mother. Gwenda was kneading dough to make a pie crust. She looked up as soon as he walked through the door. Even with her hair in disarray and her hands and clothes covered in flour, the 33-year-old was beautiful, with hair the color of bark and eyes the blue color of the pond.“Jacen, you’re late,” she said. “What took you so long? And what the hell is going on out there? It sounds like something spooked the horses.”Jacen took a deep breath. “Mom, could you come outside? I’ve … I’ve brought a guest home.”Gwenda’s eyes widened. “A guest? From the forest? What are you talking about?”“Just come outside.”She washed her hands in a bucket and dried them on a towel, then followed Jacen outside. She was still asking questions, but Jacen’s heart was pounding in his ears and he didn’t catch any of them. They stepped into the sunlight and Jacen turned to face his mother, who had stopped short just beyond the doorway. “Mom … this is Dracor.”“Greetings,” Dracor said.Gwenda let out a squeak and promptly keeled over.Book 3: "Bloodshed in Fallreach" - http://www.amazon.com/dp/B016TDE048Preview of Bloodshed in FallreachAs the street they were on intersected with another in a wide clearing, they came upon the first body of a dragon. The slain dragon was completely ringed in by dead human soldiers. “Did you know him?” Jacen asked.“Not well,” Dracor admitted, and felt a sharp twinge of shame as he did so.“How many dragons did your uncle bring with him?”“No more than a dozen, I believe.”“A dozen dragons leveled an entire city?” “It would appear that way.”Jacen swallowed. “And how many dragons live in the Wyrmgarden?”Dracor thought about it. “About 500.”In front of the fountain what looked to be a large pedestal or altar had been erected. It was wider even than the fountain, stretching nearly across the entire diameter of the plaza. And sprawled across the altar….Dracor gasped. “Ohen.”He lumbered over to the side of the altar. Copper-colored scales, spiked tail – – it was his brother’s body.But the head was missing.Dracor let out a howl of misery so loud that Jacen covered his ears. He buried his face against Ohen’s chest and let the tears spill. Why would they have taken his head and left the rest of him?