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Good morning all! I hope you're all having a splendid day. Today's guest, author Marsha A. Moore, is talking about one of my favorite subjects - Dragons as she explains the different types in the world of Dragonspeir. Enjoy!
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Creating Dragon Characters of the Enchanted Bookstore
Legends
by Marsha A. Moore
Since I have a dragon on the cover of Seeking a Scribe,
you’d expect those magical creatures to play a major role. Dragon lovers will
not be disappointed. I love dragons and have included many types, ages, and
sizes. Variety was a feature I consciously incorporated while planning these
fantastical creatures. I’d like to share a brief description of the most common
ones found in this first legend.
Like all fantasies, the battle between good and evil is a
key theme that must be addressed. The dragons in my fantasy world of
Dragonspeir are either members of the good Alliance, governed by the golden
Imperial Dragon and his High Council, or the Dark Realm, led by the Black
Dragon.
Alliance Dragons:
Gold dragons are born leaders, being lawful, just and good.
Their intelligence exceeds the other types, and their wisdom is sought after.
Being good-natured, they help those who are kind and fair. The Imperial Leader
helps train and guide my heroine, Lyra, along her quest. Golds are the most
powerful and largest in size. The breath weapon of gold dragons is a cone of
fire. Although they are cautious about entering a fight and dislike killing,
once engaged, they will pour their entire being into the battle.
Physically, gold dragons are spectacular. Two prominent
horns point backwards along their heads. The most obvious feature is probably
the tentacle whiskers that sprout from the bottom of the gold dragon's jaw,
giving the appearance of a sort of beard in both males and females.
Like his father before him, the present Imperial Dragon will
serve the Alliance until either he dies or steps down. Similar to most golds, he keeps his Alliance
headquarters in a grand network of caves set in the rock plateau. His overlooks
the Steppe of Ora, the wide plain which divides good and evil in Dragonspeir.
His lair includes an elaborate gathering hall, a vast library, guest quarters,
and his own personal chambers with cases of magical instruments and a glass-walled
observatory to consult the stars. As one of the four Alliance Guardians, his
area of expertise is magic powered by the air element, including mystical
astronomy studies of the skies.
Blue dragons are the sentries to the Imperial Dragon. They
love spending hours soaring and are excellent trackers. Squadrons of them
patrol the Alliance. They are lawful and obedient, with strong moral character. They are a brilliant cobalt blue, bearing a single horn.
Their eyes are smooth and glossy, without pupils, which makes for an hypnotic
appearance.
Although slightly smaller than golds, they are quicker to
strike in battles with their lightning bolt breath.
Bronze dragons are duty-bound and honorable to a fault.
Physically, the bronze dragon is quite fierce in appearance, despite its good
nature. While most of its body is a reflective copper color, the wings are
often tipped with green.
There are two breath weapons these dragons employ. They
either use a bolt of lightning or a repulsion gas, which is so putrid that it
forces everything away. Always in line with the Alliance, the bronze dragon is
a deadly combatant, roasting enemies with bursts of lightning or ripping them
open with its clawed forelegs.
Good thing for Lyra, the bronze dragon named Yasqu, who she
raised from a hatchling, hasn’t learned about repulsion gas yet!
Dark Realm Dragons:
Black dragons, like the leader of the Dark Realm, always
seek to lair in deep dark caves. Although small, they are vile, evil-tempered,
and abusive. Their hearts are as dark as their slimy scales. They are obsessed
with death and take comfort in the sickening-sweet aroma of drowned, rotting
carcasses. The Black Dragon leader prefers his drake servants leave the prey
they bring him in pools within his personal cave. The victims float for days or
weeks before he eats them.
The dark leader, like all black dragons, is grim and
skeletal. His eyes lie deep in their sockets between two great horns that curve
forward and down. The flesh of his face is partially deteriorated or burnt from
his acidic drool. His method of attack
is spitting caustic acid. My heroine and hero, Lyra and Cullen, learn too well
what that feels like!
As allies to the Black Dragon, green dragons live alone in
dense forests. Although short dragons, they have nasty, belligerent tempers.
They delight in torturing their captives. The head of a green is covered in
hornlets. They reek of chlorine since their chosen breath weapon is hurling
clouds of toxic chlorine gas.
Numerous types of drakes are the soldiers and scouts of the
Dark Realm. Fire and magma drakes attack with burning flames, while the evil
ice drakes freeze victims with contact.
This was only a quick summary of many of the good and evil
dragons in my Enchanted Bookstore Legends. There are others I enjoy just as
much, like the little three-foot long pseudodragon, Noba, who is the wizard’s
familiar to Cullen Drake, the Imperial Sorcerer of the Alliance. Read more
about Noba and all the dragons in Seeking a Scribe: Enchanted Bookstore Legend
One.
Seeking a Scribe: Enchanted Bookstore Legend One by Marsha
A. Moore
Genre: Fantasy romance
Lyra McCauley is a writer and loves fantasy novels, but
until she opens a selection from bookstore owner Cullen Drake, she has no idea
he’s a wizard character who lives a double life inside that volume…or the
story’s magic will compel her from the edge of depression to adventure, danger,
and love.
His gift to Lyra, the Book of Dragonspeir, was actually her
copy, misplaced years ago. Lost in her pain following divorce and death, she
fails to recognize him as her childhood playmate from the fantasyland.
Friendship builds anew. Attraction sparks. But Lyra doubts whether a wizard is
capable of love. She’s torn—should she protect her fragile heart or risk new
love?
Opening the book’s cover, she confronts a quest: save Dragonspeir
from destruction by the Black Dragon before he utilizes power of August’s red
moon to expand his strength and overthrow the opposing Imperial Dragon. Lyra
accepts the challenge, fearing Cullen will perish if evil wins. Along with
magical animal guides, Cullen helps her through many perils, but ultimately
Lyra must use her own power…and time is running out.
Purchase at Amazon for only 99 cents
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Author Links:
Website: http://MarshaAMoore.com
Twitter: http://twitter.com/MarshaAMoore
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Goodreads author page http://www.goodreads.com/marshaamoore
Excerpt:
Chapter One: Licorice Memories
The smell of anise greeted Lyra as she opened the door to
Drake’s bookstore. It took her back to happy childhood memories.
Licorice-shoe-string-rewards for following her parents’ requests to stay on the
dock while they secured the family’s pleasure boat to its trailer. The aroma
brought a fleeting remembrance of times long gone, a treasure now that her
folks had recently passed. At ease with the familiar scent, she settled into
browsing through rows of antique bookcases
.
The shop owner stuck his head around a set of shelves. “Do
you like tea?”
“Yes, I do.” Before she could finish speaking, he
disappeared. “Is that the wonderful smell?” she called out.
Kitchenware clinked in the back room. Receiving no answer,
Lyra followed the noises, scanning collections as she walked. This bookshop
appeared established, but surely she would have remembered it from her last
visit to the Lake Huron village five years ago. Books were her passion,
especially fantasy. She paused in front of that section and studied its titles.
The owner appeared, holding a pewter tray with a teapot, two
cups, sugar jar, spoons, and napkins, which he laid on the corner of an old
library table. She watched him carefully pour the tea and hand her a cup. He
was about her age, mid thirties or a bit older, and handsome. His medium brown
hair, peppered with gray at the temples, grazed his shoulders in wavy layers,
and his beard was trimmed into a neat goatee. He wore long shorts, a knit golf
shirt, and sandals—typical casual attire for this island resort community.
She set down her bag from the drugstore and accepted his
offer with a smile. “Thanks. My name’s Lyra.” She blew across the hot surface
of the tea to cool it and then inhaled the anise-scented steam. She closed her
eyes to fully enjoy the memory. “Ah!”
“Afternoons of boating and licorice with your parents?
Right?” he asked.
Her mouth dropped open. How did he know that?
He slurped from his cup. “Go ahead, take a sip. My folks
gave me the same reward for taking my kid sister along on bicycle rides.”
Forgetting all about the tea, she asked, “How do you know my
childhood memory?”
“Taste it.” His lips curled into a sly grin as he took
another gulp.
She cautiously took a tiny sip, just enough to wet her lips
and the tip of her tongue. The flavor
flooded her mouth, and her mind swam with wonderful memories. The taste
transformed into that of gigantic popcorn balls the sheriff’s wife down the
street made for Halloween trick-or-treaters, accompanied by images of Lyra’s
costume—a red, fringed gypsy skirt borrowed from Mom. Next came a pumpkin
flavor and vision of holding a cold piece of “punky-pie” in her five-year-old
hand. Another swallow returned her experience back to anise. “What is this? How
did you know?”
“Let me introduce myself.” His grin spread into a smile as
his eyes met hers. He took a step closer. “I’m Cullen, Cullen Drake, and I know
many things. What I don’t know is what sort of books you like to read.”
His keen interest caused heat to rise in her cheeks. “Well, actually I have several favorites, all fantasy and magical realism. You have a number of authors I like in this section.” She turned to refer to the shelves behind her, but found non-fiction hunting guides instead. “This case held classic fantasy a moment ago!”
Cullen put down his cup. “It moved. It’s over here, and I
have just what you want.” He slid an old-fashioned library ladder along its
track, set the locking device, and climbed straight up to the top shelf.
Lyra followed, walking between four comfortable leather club
chairs grouped on a Persian rug. A portrait of a young girl and a man wearing a
cloak caught her attention. Something seemed familiar in the child’s smile.
The noise of books sliding on shelves distracted her. She
moved to the base of his ladder and glanced up. The ceiling of embossed tin
panels decorated with Victorian teardrop chandeliers and paper Chinese dragons
made a unique combination, to be sure.
But Lyra was more curious about the strange happenings in
the store and its owner. He was
certainly odd, although not the bookish, geeky sort who usually ran bookshops
she frequented. He had an athletic frame and strong legs.
“Can’t find it!” he exclaimed and quickly descended. His
brow furrowed, he dusted off his hands on his shorts. “I’ve got to find that
volume for you. If you don’t mind me saying, there’s a sadness about you. The
book will make you happier than you’ve been since those days of licorice shoe
strings.”
“After magical tea and shifting bookcases, I almost believe
you.” She laughed to cover her concerns. Even four months after it was final,
she worried that the loneliness she felt after her divorce blazed like a beacon
on her forehead. But, Cullen knew so much—it startled her…actually, intrigued
her. Her ex didn’t ever see inside her, didn’t want to. This man read her as
though he knew her. Did he? He seemed so familiar.
“Once I find that book, I promise, you’ll be pleased.” He
stroked his goatee. “Hmm. Where did I last see it?” The twinkle in his
gray-blue eyes captivated Lyra. “Will you be here for the week? I can look for
it and call you later.”
“I’m staying the rest of the summer with my elderly Aunt
Jean. She owns a lovely cottage at the end of Walnut overlooking Lake Huron. I
thought I’d keep her company and give her time away from her nurse during my
teaching break. While I’m here, I plan to write my novel.”
“Great! You’re a writer? What do you teach?”
“Yes, and I teach American Literature at Southern University
in Florida. Seems like you already would’ve known that since you jumped into my
childhood memories,” she stammered, attempting some humor. Taking a long
draught of the tea, her mind filled with memories of her pet dachshund wiggling
next to her, displacing a row of dolls. Another part of her past he
knew—impossible! Her forehead beaded with sweat.
“No, only thoughts associated with a lot of emotion, like
the happiness of snuggling with your dog.”
“How?” she exclaimed, shaking her head. “I don’t
understand.” Her mind swam, trying to grasp what happened. She desperately
needed some fresh air. With trembling hands she set the cup down.
“I realize it must seem odd, but the book I’m looking for
will help explain.” He leaned closer with a smile that somehow reassured her.
“This is Saturday. If you can come by next Wednesday morning, I think I should
have it for you by then…if you’d like.” He paused and looked into her eyes,
waiting for a reply.
“Yes…I’m curious.” In spite of the confusion, she found
herself agreeing. “Wednesday will work.”
“Fine. Let me take down your number in case I can’t find
it.” He walked to the counter and located a notepad and pen. She dictated her
number and full name, which he repeated, “Lyra McCauley, a lovely Celtic name
for a pretty lady.”
“I think I need to go now. Thanks for the tea.” With shaking
fingers, she collected her shopping bag and headed toward the door.
He escorted her out and offered his hand to shake, the
corners of his goatee lifting into an inviting grin. “Enjoy the rest of your
weekend.”
Lyra smiled and looked into his eyes, trying to discern his
unusual clairvoyant gift. “You too.” The initial touch, of his palm against
hers, sent electrical shivers along her arm. She jerked, yet didn’t let go,
fascinated by the strong emotions flashing through her mind—attraction,
excitement, and acceptance. After an awkwardly long pause, she dropped his
hand, half-stumbled over the threshold into the sunshine, and took a long, deep
breath.
She ambled to an outdoor café a couple blocks farther down
Tenth Street, while her mind buzzed with questions. How did he know those
things about her? She dropped onto a seat at an empty table, shaded by an
umbrella. He was fascinating and frightening at the same time…and familiar. Her
divorce and loss of her parents left her lonely. He intrigued her.
“May I get you something to drink while you look over the
menu?” The waitress interrupted with a bright young voice, a college student
working a summer job.
Startled back to reality, Lyra murmured, “Just water,
please.” Alone in a crowd of lunch goers, her thoughts returned to the
bookstore and many unanswered questions.
The waitress placed a glass of water in front of her.
She almost hated to drink and remove the sweet aftertaste of
anise from her tongue.
Author Bio:
Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of
art and nature spark life into her writing. Her creativity also spills into
watercolor painting and drawing. After a move from Toledo to Tampa in 2008,
she’s happily transforming into a Floridian, in love with the outdoors. Crazy
about cycling, she usually passes the 1,000 mile mark yearly. She is learning
kayaking and already addicted. She’s been a yoga enthusiast for over a decade
and that spiritual quest helps her explore the mystical side of fantasy. She
never has enough days spent at the beach, usually scribbling away at new
stories with toes wiggling in the sand. Every day at the beach is magical!
Coming Release:
The follow-up to this book, Heritage Avenged: Enchanted
Bookstore Legend Two, will release soon—May 29th. Here is a brief description
of what to expect as the battle between good and evil continues.
Lyra McCauley receives an alarming letter from the coroner
who evaluated her deceased aunt, originally thought to have died of cancer. The
news causes Lyra to take leave from her job and travel from sunny Tampa to the
frozen island community in northern Michigan. Questioning whether Dragonspeir
magic was responsible for her aunt’s death, she resolves to learn the truth and
accepts the Imperial Dragon’s appointment into the Alliance sorcery training.
Additionally, becoming proficient in magic craft is the only
way she can bridge the gap between her mortal human world and her lover’s.
Cullen, a 220-year-old wizard, is dependent upon his Dragonspeir magic for
immortality. He is her only family now; she cannot lose him.
Evil forces block her and try to steal her inherited scribal
aura. Riding a stealth dragon, a cloaked rider pursues Lyra. Both the Alliance
and Dark Realm alchemists lay tricks and traps. Her aura equals that of the
first and most powerful Scribe, but will Lyra’s novice training allow her to
discover the truth? Will she be able to be with Cullen, or will the Dark Realm
keep them apart?
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-- Lynda Again,
Wow, this series sounds terrific, doesn't it? Of course, with dragons, how could it go wrong?
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Thanks Lynda! It's great to be here, sharing all my dragons.
Marsha, you have such a vivid imagination!
Most entertaining. Got to love dragons.
My crit partners often wonder how I manage to drive safely with my mind filled with vivid imaginings! :-) Thanks for stopping in, Sandy!
I've gotten into dragons over the past year so this post was great! Thank you so much for sharing your dragons.
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I love dragons. I haven't read your book yet but I'm going to go get it. Its sounds fantastic. Best wishes!
Victoria and Kyahfgirl, thanks for your interest and so glad you stopped by!
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