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Beware the Gnoamian Imps

 

The Last Great Wizard of Yden

Excerpt:

Ylan Bay fishermen moved to lash down their vessels in the face of gathering storm clouds. The eldest one pointed at the four dark strands swirling into one large mass overhead.

“Something unnatural is astir!” he screamed.

The mass dipped down toward Ylan, as if the heavens had opened and poured out a bucket of black, clotted blood. When the leading edge swooped near the ground, villagers recognized the Imps. People shrieked and ran for cover. Puledens pulled free of their tethers and bolted in every direction.

The Imps veered away from the village at the last moment and headed out to sea. The trailing edge of the flock split off to descend upon a lone, terrified puleden. As the Imps dipped down to feed, they lifted the beast off the ground with their ferocity. In the next instant, the puleden skeleton clattered to the street, picked clean, and the Imps sped up to catch their brethren.

 

For his sixteenth birthday, all Jon wanted were the keys to the family car. Instead, he got a lousy magic ring…

Artistic prodigy Jon Hansen yearns to fit in, but when he stumbles onto a supernatural kidnapping, his life changes forever. Unfortunately, his search for answers uncovers a magical secret—one that makes Jon a danger to everyone around him.

The Wolf Clan wizard Efysian has been draining the magic from Yden. On a quest for eternal power, he’s willing to kill to feed his addiction. To harness the ultimate source of energy, he travels to Earth. This time, however, he has a persistent witness to his crime.

Can Jon survive long enough to outwit the most evil wizard the magical world has ever known? Or will Efysian add the young wizard to his gruesome collection of trophies?

The Last Great Wizard of Yden has been nominated for book-of-the-month at iBookBuzz.com.  To cast your vote before March 14th, go HERE, and I thank you for your support.

~ S.G. Rogers

 

Fair Lady of the Waterfall

“How can we break the Guardian’s spell?” Jon asked Dorsit.

“I’m not certain,” Dorsit replied. “But—”

“Terrific,” Fred interrupted. “So we’re stuck.” He waved to get Lialia’s attention. “Look, honey, what’ll it take to get the door open? Money? Jewelry? I’m sure JonBoy here will be happy to conjure you up a Porsche if you want.”

Lialia examined her manicure, bored.

“A poem may be the key,” Dorsit said. “It’s called Fair Lady of the Waterfall, and I think it must refer to Lialia.”

“Oh, no,” Fred moaned. “If you start with the poetry I’m gonna throw myself down that hole, guaranteed.”

“Hush,” Brett said as she smacked Fred on the arm. “How does it go, Dorsit?”

Dorsit recited the poem:

“Fair Lady of the Waterfall,

 Was stole away by Blackest Knight,

 Her heart this Knave he did Enthrall,

 Forever Cloistered far from Light.”

“The Rosebud may return to Flower,

 Young Champion of Fire and Claw,

 With Truest Love and Hell-born Power,

 From Driest Rock her Essence Draw.”

As Dorsit finished speaking, Lialia burst into tears.

“Okay,” Fred groaned. “I’m jumping into the pit now.”

(Excerpt, The Last Great Wizard of Yden)

~ S.G. Rogers

For his sixteenth birthday, all Jon wanted were the keys to the family car. Instead, he got a lousy magic ring…

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Blurb:

For his sixteenth birthday, all Jon wanted were the keys to the family car. Instead, he got a lousy magic ring…

Artistic prodigy Jon Hansen yearns to fit in, but when he stumbles onto a supernatural kidnapping, his life changes forever.  Unfortunately, his search for answers uncovers a magical secret—one that makes Jon a danger to everyone around him.

The Wolf Clan wizard Efysian has been draining the magic from Yden. On a quest for eternal power, he’s willing to kill to feed his addiction.  To harness the ultimate source of energy, he travels to Earth.  This time, however, he has a persistent witness to his crime.

Can Jon survive long enough to outwit the most evil wizard the magical world has ever known?  Or will Efysian add the young wizard to his gruesome collection of trophies? 

Good Luck!

~ S.G. Rogers

Ho Ho Ho Blog Tour

Enter in the Ho! Ho! Ho! Holiday Spice: Choose Your Flavor Naughty or Nice Blog Hop Tour!  No lump of coal for us at Child of Yden since we are nice!  Tour goes from 12/12 to 12/19/11.

Enjoy the next segment of my awesome interactive sword & sorcery tale The Two-Edged Sword and enter my contest for a chance to win The Last Great Wizard of Yden AND your choice of a $10 Amazon gift certificate OR a $10 Krispy Kreme gift card. For my entry and to read all the rules, click HERE, and be sure to click the Linky List at the end of the page to find other awesome blogs to visit. Good luck and Happy Holidays! 

~ S.G. Rogers

The Dragon As The Good Guy

If vampires can be all sparkly, why can’t dragons be the good guys?  That’s how I see it, anyway.  If you agree, read my guest post The Dragon’s Probably Eating Him at L.K. Mitchell’s Pocketful of Charms blogspot.

~ S.G. Rogers

 

 

 

 

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You’re Nothing But A Sister!

Sibling relationships can run the gamut from best friends to worst enemies.  When a brother and sister stick together, however, their bond has a universal appeal—particularly when faced with fantastic circumstances.  In The Last Great Wizard of Yden, 16-year-old Jon and his little sister Sela, 11, have their rough moments. But when the chili hits the cheese, they are there for one another.

Excerpt:

Jon crammed a handful of hot, crispy, seasoned fries into his mouth. Sela took a pull on her chocolate malt, dejected.

“I can’t believe Mom is still going to sell the house,” she moped. “Dad’s not coming back, is he?” The last part was more of a statement than a question.

“He is if I can help it,” Jon replied, licking his fingers.

Sela gave him a sharp look. “Do you know something I don’t?”

“Not yet, but I think it’s all tied in with Ophelia.”

“Ophelia?”

“My ring.”

“Your ring’s got a name?”

“Never mind,” Jon said. “Mom knows about Yden, I’m certain of it.”

“So you believe me?”

“I do now. Look, Sela, Mom is trying to protect me by taking Ophelia away. I don’t know how much longer I can put her off. I need time to contact Dad’s foster parents. They might have some information that would help me.”

“Help you do what?” she asked.

“Figure out how to get to Yden.”

Sela gasped. “What if you can’t get home, Jon? What if you get stuck there, like Dad?”

“I overheard Mom tell Chaz that Dad has returned from Yden before,” Jon said. “When I find Dad and bring him back with me, it’ll be worth the risk. You have to get Mom out of the house this afternoon.”

“Okay, I’ll tell her I need to go shopping.”

“That’ll work.”

Sela grabbed Jon’s wrist. “Don’t go to Yden without telling me.”

“I won’t,” Jon promised.

Of course, that’s what Dad promised Mom, and look how that worked out, he thought.

You see, Jon has witnessed the kidnapping of his father under extraordinary circumstances and no one but his precocious sister seems to believe him.  Sela helps Jon in his quest to learn the truth, thereby revealing the love these two kids have for one another. As an author, it’s been really rewarding to discover how interested readers are in Jon’s little sister. They are hoping for more of her story in the sequels.  I believe it’s because we’d all like to have someone in our corner, no matter what.  As Berlioz sputters in The AristoCats, “You’re nothing but a sister!” In The Last Great Wizard of Yden, however, that’s a very good thing.

~  S.G. Rogers

After his father is kidnapped, sixteen-year-old Jon stumbles across a closely guarded family secret–one that will challenge everything he has ever believed about his father and himself. A magical ring his father leaves behind unlocks a portal to another dimension, but in using it, Jon unwittingly unchains the forces of evil. A crisis develops when a malevolent wizard transports to Earth to kidnap Jon’s would-be girlfriend. With the help of some unlikely schoolmates, and a warrior princess from Yden, Jon embarks on a dangerous quest to free his friend and his father from the most vicious wizard the magical world has ever known. In the end, Jon will be forced to fight for his life as he attempts to rescue the last great wizard of Yden.

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The Last Great Wizard of Yden – Excerpt

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A bucket of water thrown in Jon’s face brought him back to consciousness with a gasp. A cygard unlocked his manacles and hauled him upright.

“On your feet,” the cygard barked. “I’m not lugging your sorry carcass up those stairs.”

As the cygard dragged Jon from the paddy wagon and onto a loading dock, he caught a glimpse of the castle exterior. The fortress had been designed to intimidate, and a shiver went down Jon’s spine at the sight of the cold and desolate citadel.

The loading dock jutted out from an alcove cut into the side of the structure. Several ragged children with bare heads and dirty feet were working frantically to unload a delivery cart parked nearby, filled with fresh produce and bushels of grain. The overseeing cygard made a sport of cracking his whip at their backsides, chuckling every time a kid cowered. None of the children would meet Jon’s gaze. They were around his sister’s age or younger, and it curdled his blood to see them being abused.

“Stop it,” Jon yelled at the whip-wielding cygard. “Can’t you see they’re moving as fast as they can?”

Although the kids didn’t stop working, they flicked Jon a terrified glance. The overseer brandished his whip at Jon.

“If ye can’t hold yer tongue, you’ll get a taste of leather,” he threatened. “Get the lad out of here, Stig, before I flay him to ribbons.”

The cygard named Stig looped a rope around Jon’s neck and led him up some stairs and into the castle. Jon tried to tell himself his situation was less dire than it appeared. On the plus side, his knapsack was still safely slung on his back and he had the use of his limbs. On the downside, he’d been captured by bad guys and for some reason he couldn’t transport to safety. In addition, if he didn’t manage to escape, he might shortly be separated from one or more of his appendages. He was forced to conclude his predicament was probably just as bad as it seemed, if not more so.

As he was yanked down a large passageway, Jon stumbled past cygards and other castle workers. An uncomfortably familiar cygard suddenly veered in his direction. Jon recognized him right off by his towering height—not to mention the size of the ax hanging from his belt. The supersized cygard blocked Jon’s path, and Stig sighed.

“C’mon, Lyesh,” he said. “I gotta get ’im up to the hearing.”

But Lyesh didn’t move.

“You’re the whelp who gave me a hard time the other day,” he said, jamming a hostile finger into Jon’s chest for emphasis. “I dunno how you gave me the slip, but your luck finally ran out, didn’t it?”

Jon knew a bully when he saw one, and he kept his mouth shut. Unfortunately, his silence seemed to antagonize the cygard even more. When Lyesh snatched his helmet off, Jon discovered why cygards always kept their faces covered. The giant had only one eye set in the middle of his forehead, and his hideous features were covered with lumpy knots of oozing flesh.

Lyesh sneered at Jon’s expression. “What’s the matter, you got a problem with cygards?”

“No, I got a problem with ugly,” Jon retorted before he could stop himself.

All the cygards within earshot howled with laughter.

“Mouthy little brat,” Lyesh said.

“Don’t worry,” Stig said. “He’ll be screaming a different tune after the warlord gets through with him.”

Stig’s sudden jerk of Jon’s rope nearly took him off his feet. With the noose burning his skin, he wasn’t enjoying the tour so far. A few more passageways and a couple of staircases later, he was dragged into a large, open chamber the size and shape of a small church. A floating ball of light at the top of the cathedral ceiling provided steady illumination. Medieval-style weapons, artfully woven tapestries, and large oil paintings covered the walls. Jon couldn’t help but notice several of the paintings were actually quite masterful. Under different circumstances he would have liked to have a closer look.

Various men and women congregated around the chamber in groups, mingling with one another. By their fancy clothes and head coverings, Jon guessed they had plenty of tile. Their conversations, already respectfully low, ceased altogether when he appeared. Several of them swished their robes aside as if he’d soiled them by his presence. Admittedly, he wasn’t at his best.

The focal point of the chamber was an oversized wooden chair, set on a raised platform. Centered in front of a curtained backdrop, the chair was draped in silken fabrics and soft cushions as would suit a throne. The occupant of the chair, however, was an austere and cruelly handsome man. His powerful build and piercing obsidian eyes heightened the aura of danger surrounding him. The simple metal circlet resting on his head designated the man as Warlord Mandral. Jon blanched at the sight of him.

A thin, oily fellow undulated at the warlord’s elbow, eager to be of service. He carried a scroll of parchment and a quill. A skullcap completely covered his hair, if indeed he had any. Jon wouldn’t have been surprised to learn the cap was made from snakeskin.

The crowd parted as Jon was brought forward and lashed to a metal ring permanently set in the stone floor in front of the throne. The ring was one of many, although Jon was the only occupant. Must be a slow day for hearings, he thought.

Mandral rose from his chair and descended the steps. His observant eyes focused on Ophelia right away. “Where did you get that Dragon Clan ring, boy?” he demanded.

“None of your business.”

The congregants gasped, and Jon’s reply earned him a smack on the head from the nearest cygard. Mandral, however, acted as if he hadn’t heard him. He beckoned to the man with the scroll. “Minister Tyrg, what is the charge against this prisoner?”

“Theft,” Tyrg said. His voice sounded almost like the hiss of a snake. “Merchant Moala has filed a claim for the cuff.”

Stig pulled up Jon’s sleeve to reveal the transporter cuff.

“Moala is an accomplished liar. His claim is denied,” Mandral said.

Jon sighed with relief, but his deliverance was short-lived.

“Take the ring and the cuff,” the warlord said. “Then whip the boy for his insolence.”

Ophelia’s eyes remained dull, and Jon was beginning to panic.

Stig caressed his ax. “The ring and cuff cannot be removed.”

Mandral exchanged a sharp glance with Tyrg. “Is this the ancient magic of inseparability?”

Tyrg shook his head in confusion. “A wizard becomes one with his clan ring and transporter cuff, yes. But there are few wizards left, and none of them have apprentices.”

The warlord studied Jon’s features. He tugged Ophelia to confirm the ring would not leave Jon’s finger. “Who are you?”

“No one in particular. I’m not from around here,” Jon replied.

With practiced speed and agility, Mandral unsheathed a thin dagger strapped to his thigh and pointed it at the hollow of Jon’s throat. “That’s not what I asked.”

Jon felt the razor-sharp tip pierce his skin. He had no doubt the blade had meted out its share of death. He gulped. “Jon. Jon Hansen.”

– S.G. Rogers

“The Last Great Wizard of Yden” – Release Day!

Today is release day for The Last Great Wizard of Yden!  Available at Astraea Press,  Amazon & BN.com.  Here is an excerpt:

“Where did you get that Dragon Clan ring, boy?” Warlord Mandral demanded.

“None of your business.”

The congregants gasped, and Jon’s reply earned him a smack on the head from the nearest cygard. Mandral, however, acted as if he hadn’t heard him. He beckoned to the man with the scroll. “Minister Tyrg, what is the charge against this prisoner?”

“Theft,” Tyrg said. His voice sounded almost like the hiss of a snake. “Merchant Moala has filed a claim for the cuff.”

Stig pulled up Jon’s sleeve to reveal the transporter cuff.

“Moala is an accomplished liar. His claim is denied,” Mandral said.

Jon sighed with relief, but his deliverance was short-lived.

“Take the ring and the cuff,” the warlord said. “Then whip the boy for his insolence.”

Ophelia’s eyes remained dull, and Jon was beginning to panic.

Stig caressed his ax. “The ring and cuff cannot be removed.”

Mandral exchanged a sharp glance with Tyrg. “Is this the ancient magic of inseparability?”

Tyrg shook his head in confusion. “A wizard becomes one with his clan ring and transporter cuff, yes. But there are few wizards left, and none of them have apprentices.”

The warlord studied Jon’s features. He tugged Ophelia to confirm the ring would not leave Jon’s finger. “Who are you?”

“No one in particular. I’m not from around here,” Jon replied.

With practiced speed and agility, Mandral unsheathed a thin dagger strapped to his thigh and pointed it at the hollow of Jon’s throat. “That’s not what I asked.”

Jon felt the razor-sharp tip pierce his skin. He had no doubt the blade had meted out its share of death. He gulped. “Jon. Jon Hansen.”

A sudden commotion distracted Mandral from slitting Jon’s throat. A struggle had erupted between a newly arrived prisoner and the cygard holding him captive. Half a dozen cygards descended, but Mandral forbade them from intervention. The prisoner, covered from head to toe in a green hooded cape, was besting his captor. The cygard staggered up the chamber from a well-placed sidekick to his ribs. Then, the prisoner twisted in the air to slam a nimble hook kick to the cygard’s head. The cygard’s helmet flew off, revealing his ugly face. Audibly disgusted, the onlookers averted their eyes until the fallen cygard managed to get his now-dented helmet back on.

Mandral laughed in delight. He directed the hovering cygards to subdue the prisoner and tie his tether on the ring next to Jon’s. The dented cygard yanked off the prisoner’s cape and stepped back. The crowd murmured.

The newcomer was female, and a stunning one at that. Her full, waist-length hair was a wavy chestnut with red highlights. Her eyes were a violet color, and her skin was a golden tan. Despite his own predicament, Jon flushed. He couldn’t help but stare. From the expressions of the other men in the room, he knew he wasn’t the only one.

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