Dragonfang

RELEASED September 26th 2022

Dragonfang is a tale of Majick, conflict, pain and courage.
The six worlds of Majick travel side by side through time. They are home to various spirits and demons, and of course, humans.

Dragon Fang

CHAPTER 1

When it arrived, I had been enjoying the pleasures of Braistown, in a tavern that went by the name ‘The Maiden’s Kiss’. For those who do not know me, I am Sumulat, a storyteller of some renown, as attested by my coat embroidered with its scenes from the ancient tales. During my telling of ‘The Witches Cuddle’, an amusing tale that provides many laughs and more than its share of coins, I saw the man enter and lean against the wall by the door. He ignored offers of mead, ale or wine and took no interest in food. Even the scantily-clad serving girls could not distract him. He leaned against the wall and stared … at me.

When the story finished, a dark-haired young girl of about fourteen brought me a mug of ale. The inn-keeper had offered a room for the night and food, and a mug for each tale I told.

“What is your name?” I asked, trying to make my voice sweet and kind.

“Millie, sir.”

I graced Millie with one of my best smiles. She may come with the room when business ceased.

As she left to see to other customers, the man was sitting opposite, separated by the stained table damp with spilled ale. He did not speak, merely slid something across to me. I smelled the stink of farmer, pigs and chickens.

“What is this?”

The man shrugged, his face lost in the tangle of long hair. “Dunno. I was given a gold crown to bring it to ya. I done that.” The man rose and disappeared as quietly as he arrived. A farmer, maybe, but a dangerous man. My fingers drummed on the folded parchment, sealed with green wax and imprinted with a scribe’s mark, two vertical lines crossed by two others. I had learned much without opening it. The sender was not poor, nor was he a Lord or wealthy trader. He could afford to pay well to ensure his message delivered but he, or she, could not write, or why would they have need of a scribe to write for them. I found my intrigue growing. Maybe the writer is simply lazy, and can afford to pay others to do what they do not wish to.

A thumbnail under the wax lifted it. Unfolding the parchment, I read. The simple message in neat script stared out at me. ‘To Sumulat, the Storyteller. Come to Clearbrook. We do not have much time. Ask anyone and you will find me.’ The only clue was the name at the bottom. It was signed ‘Kuwento’. I am a storyteller, not a bloody servant to be summoned.

Brett from Goodreads wrote ; I really enjoyed this tale, and something felt quite original about this story, I was especially drawn into the characters and felt quite a relationship with them

Dragonfang

Dragonfang is now available in a bookshop near you.

This is the first in the ‘Telling of the Maal’ series where Kuwento and Sumulat tell the maal (the histories of the people). Each book is a different story with a common theme.

I am currently working on the second story, ‘Assassin Lord’.

I hope you enjoy them.

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