Excerpt from Legends of Windemere: Beginning of a Hero

In honor of the December 1st debut of Legends of Windemere: Allure of the Gypsies, I have been asked to post an excerpt from each novel this week.  These are teaser sections with no spoilers.  Click on the cover photo to go to the Amazon site if you’re interested.

The Hellfire Elf peers into the water, blinking a few times while the Lich turns his attention toward the sky. The demon stares directly at Fizzle and pulls out its bow, nocking a black-shafted arrow. It sniffs the air, making Fizzle nervous, so the drite crawls along the bottom of the pool to put some distance between himself and the demon. A startled two-foot long fish darts past him and it is quickly impaled on the arrow. Fizzle watches the gulping fish die in front of him, the body gradually floating to the surface. With tears in his eyes, the tiny dragon mutters a spell and a hand of water rises from the pool to slam the Hellfire Elf against the ground.

Fizzle soars out of the water and shouts, “You meanies no hurt more aminals! Fizzle make you stop!”

The Hellfire Elf struggles to its feet, violently shaking the heavy, enchanted water off. It tosses its longbow aside and unsheathes the Chaoswind, the evil blade humming in the presence of the drite. Fizzle is zipping along the surface of the pool, forcing the demon to patiently wait for him to get closer. Without warning, the tiny creature pulls out of a seemingly random loop and charges the assassin. The Hellfire Elf swings the Chaoswind, slicing cleanly through Fizzle’s purple hide. The brave drite explodes into a cloud of red mist and the sneering demon grunts in victory. The Lich is still cautiously watching the sky, making no sign of ever having seen Fizzle.

“That was a waste of energy,” the Hellfire Elf mutters, hoisting the serrated sword onto its shoulder.

“Foolish demon,” whispers the necrocaster. “This fight should do you some good.”

The demon snarls at its master, but stops when a flicker from above draws its attention. The Hellfire Elf squints into the sun before getting rammed in the face by Fizzle’s diving attack. The agile drite darts around the demon, repeatedly slamming into its limbs and face. When the assassin is dizzy and enraged, Fizzle whips its sword arm with his tail, knocking the Chaoswind to the ground.

“You no threaten Fizzle’s forest,” the drite declares as he hovers above them.

The Lich chuckles gently and casts a simple spell at the dragon, his voice a guttural garble that ignites the wind. A streak of fiery lightning clips Fizzle’s wing, causing the poor creature to fall to the ground. Taking advantage of the distraction, the Hellfire Elf scoops up its sword and charges. Whimpering in pain, Fizzle rolls to all fours and scampers away from the approaching demon. The serrated blade swings down, cutting a tiny gash in his side. Even though it is a small injury, the pain is intense and Fizzle shrieks loud enough to make all of Visindor Forest shriek with him.

“Exquisite,” the Lich whispers, reveling in the sounds of pain. “He must be centuries-old if the trees reacts to him like that. Killing him will weaken the natural magic of the area. This is perfect. Destroy him!”

The Hellfire Elf is nervous as he lifts the Chaoswind for as strong a downward slash as he can muster. Fighting the pain, Fizzle casts a spell, sitting on his haunches as the sword comes down. With a high-pitched shriek, the drite zips into the air and soars through the forest at top speed. His breathing is ragged as he pushes his aching wings and muscles to their limits. His vision blurring, Fizzle crashes into a tangle of peppermint vines.

A few curses in Dragonesse escape Fizzle’s quivering lips as he turns invisible and passes out from the pain. The sweet-scented vines cover him and the surrounding forest goes deathly silent as the drite slips into a healing slumber.

About Charles Yallowitz

Charles E. Yallowitz was born, raised, and educated in New York. Then he spent a few years in Florida, realized his fear of alligators, and moved back to the Empire State. When he isn't working hard on his epic fantasy stories, Charles can be found cooking or going on whatever adventure his son has planned for the day. 'Legends of Windemere' is his first series, but it certainly won't be his last.

8 comments on “Excerpt from Legends of Windemere: Beginning of a Hero

  1. I can really only imagine what it is like to have your arse handed to you by a two foot tall being that uses improper English…oh no, wait, you’ve kicked my arse before. Yes, you do get a free one after this comment. Don’t hurt me too much I need to have energy to promote the next book.

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