Sword Bearer (Return of the Dragons Book 1)
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You swung a staff until you were ready to swing a sword. Then you went on all kinds of adventures -- fighting monsters, casting spells, and saving damsels in distress. At least that was how it was supposed to work, but I didn't believe a word of it.
BOOK ONE OF THE EPIC FANTASY SERIES RETURN OF THE DRAGONS
Locked in his room in the castle, young Anders yearns for adventure. Until the day he opens a magic portal and a girl bursts into his locked room with a chemical warlock hot on her trail.
And adventure finds him -- an adventure full of danger, full of blood, fire, demons and evil. To face it, he'll need the sword given him by his blademaster, need the ancient words his grandfather gave him on his deathbed. Need the song that runs in his own blood, in his veins.
A sword will be reforged, magic words discovered, battles fought, friends made and lost, secrets revealed. And blood will be spilled. But will blade, word and blood be enough?
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Dissipation? I had never felt so strong, so at ease, free for once from the limits of my body. I stretched out a little more. A shock ran through my system. Kalle had pushed me back. We’ll return to our physical bodies any moment, Anders, and to their limitations. Listen to Kara, and pull yourself together. Look ahead, we are reaching our destination, if this great glow is any indication. I looked. The beam of energy was taking us onwards towards a great circle of colors — red at the very
entitled to a break as the next baker.” I sighed. “You think talking about it will help?” Karsten nodded. “In my experience, talking about a problem always helps.” I nodded, and told him about the green-eyed man with the dark cloak, who had called me Neffe. “Did you dream with your third eye, as well?” he asked. “What do you mean?” “Did you see his aura?” I nodded. “It was dark red, almost the color of blood.” Karsten had lost his smile. “Have you told anyone about this?” I shook my
followed Karsten’s directions as best I could, but when I came to a dark shady street that I didn’t remember, I had to ask my way once again. I looked back and forth on the blue cobblestones and saw no one. Wait, there was someone. A little boy, perhaps 6, or 7, sitting on a circular stone, his legs crossed, his face calm, as if asleep. But his eyes were open, and when I looked at him, the boy smiled. Anders. Do I know you? No, but I’ve been watching you ever since you came to the old city.
opened his mouth, and even before he spoke, I knew what he was going to say, but that changed nothing. At this point I would always try to wake up or change the dream, but the dream would not change. I walked down the corridor, towards the light, towards the smiling face, towards the man with the green eyes who stood in his nightgown next to my mother, his arm around her, looking down at me, and he spoke the word, always the same word, Neffe. And although I always wanted to scream and wake up
first time. I didn’t like to remember what that was like, but it still kept coming back to me, whether I liked it or not. We had stumbled our way into the ancient city, and somehow my blood had told me what runes to touch so we could enter … And the gates had opened, to more trouble. I had been tested, and found to be the three-blooded prince, born to unite the three bloodlines and to fight against the dark lord. But if the dark lord was my uncle, where did that leave me? We had forged my