The Dragon’s Egg (Relics of Mysticus- Book Three)
by H.B. Bolton
by H.B. Bolton
Sure, the glass castle floating over Evan’s head makes him uneasy, but that’s the least of his worries. With each step inside the Dungeon of Dreadful Dreams, he must battle against his worst nightmares. One after the other, wispy smoke-filled bull sharks come at him — he must remember they’re only illusions pulled from his imagination by those dreaded shadowlike hands. If only the vengeful dragon circling above was also an illusion and didn’t have his mind set on destroying the one person who can control him: Emrys. Inside the castle’s glass tower, Emrys sleeps in an eternal slumber, and Evan’s uncertain whether he can save the great wizard. Especially now that Emrys’ former student, the Lady of the Lake, has joined forces with the cunning immortal Alamaz. Together they have already stolen the Dragon’s Egg, but their greed doesn’t end there. The Siren’s Pearl calls to them, and that means only one thing … Atlantis is in trouble. Join Evan, Claire, and Dunkle — along with a few other unlikely heroes — as they travel across the realm of Medieval Legends, float through the Ancient Isle of Avalon, plunge inside the Dungeon of Dreadful Dreams, and be there when Atlantis rises once again.
Book Excerpt – A Dream and a Dragon
And the next thing Evan knew, he was lying beneath swinging branches and falling into a dream …
Emerald sparks flashed before his eyes, and with a trail of jade smoke, the enigmatic mass circled over Claire, Dunkle, and then Patience. After swirling in the air, the mystical embers flitted away from the group and rushed deeper into the wilderness. Evan leapt to his feet and hurried to catch up. He ran through the creepy trees, racing faster and faster. Until at last, he reached the edge of the forest and burst through frail tree limbs.
Stars saturated the midnight sky, shedding light upon the surface of an eerily calm lake. He stood close to the shoreline and waited. More than anything, he wanted to change into his totem and soar over the water. But a gnawing in the pit of his stomach held him back. Still, he struggled to figure out why he was even there.
All of a sudden, the same cluster of sea-green lights gushed from the water and soared across the sky. One by one, they burst into flames and dropped to the ground. Ten feet in front of Evan, a massive fire blazed with intent. From the flames, bright-green flares reached for him. A tremendous wind rushed past, and with a sudden whoosh, the flames disappeared. A dragon with skin like emeralds and wings dusted in silver stood before him. Fierce and dark as coal, his eyes fixed on Evan.
“You have nothing to fear, for now.” The dragon’s voice came at him in a low growl.
“Who are you?” Evan asked.
“My name is of little consequence, being that it changes with each keeper.”
“Who’s your keeper?”
“He who carries with him the Dragon’s Egg is made my keeper and thus controls my every move.”
“Then I know who your keeper is.” Evan’s throat tightened at this.
“Merlin’s reign over me has ended, and my strength has returned. I am the dragon I once was and more. Merlin kept me weak, and now he will pay for all those years of my servitude,” the dragon said with a snarl. “A warning for you, young one: be careful with whom you align yourself. It would be a shame to see you caught in the crossfire.”
“Thanks for the warning, but we both know why I’m here,” Evan said as beads of sweat tumbled down his neck.
“We shall meet again … and I assure you it won’t be as pleasant.” With that, he brought down his impressive wings and left Evan in a cloud of dust.
Evan expected to awaken any second, but the dream didn’t end there.
A muffled echo shuffled in the forest. He whisked his head around … but nothing was there. Evan looked between the trees, but still nothing lurked. Just then, he looked down and saw what had rustled the leaves: his dragon’s tail.
When had he changed?
Many days had passed since he took on his totem form, and in truth, he missed it.
He brought down his wings and flew to the edge of the lake. He gazed onto the water’s surface and studied his reflection. Amber-colored eyes stared back, and Evan noticed, for the first time, the flecks of gold speckled throughout his rich irises.
Something stirred from the depths of the lake. Evan hesitated, submerging only his long snout underwater. It wasn’t long before his entire head plunged into the water, all the way back to his ochre-colored horns. Suddenly a small, childlike figure with rosy cheeks charged toward him, and without warning, slapped him on the side of his face.
Illustration is from The Dragon’s Egg
The Serpent's Ring (Relics of Mysticus- Book One)
Evan and Claire Jones are typical teenagers, forced to go with their parents to yet another boring museum … that is, until something extraordinary happens to make their day a little more than interesting. After following a strange little creature into a closed exhibit, Evan and his older sister, Claire, discover the Serpent’s Ring, one of the magical relics formed from the shattered Mysticus Orb. Purely by accident, they have awakened its powers and opened a portal to Sagaas, land of ancient gods. Before the siblings can comprehend what has happened, the Serpent’s Ring is wrenched from Evan’s hand by an enormous fish and flown back to Aegir, the Norse god of the sea. Evan and Claire, accompanied by a band of unlikely heroes, must retrieve the Serpent’s Ring before Aegir uses its immense powers to flood all the lands on Earth.
Life has returned to normal for fourteen-year-old Evan and his older sister, Claire. That is until Dunkle, a clever but stinky little imp, pays an unexpected visit to their school. He has come to take the siblings back to Sagaas, the mythical realm of the gods. Once again, a Relic from the ancient Mysticus Orb has fallen into the wrong hands. Only Evan and Claire, with their unique mystical abilities, can help find it. Through the power of the Trickster’s Totem, a coyote trickster has escaped. His laughter echoes throughout the realm, as he spreads mischief and mayhem. He burns an entire crop of popcorn, carves his grinning image into sacred artifacts, and things really get interesting when he shape-shifts into Evan’s friends. Claire and Evan must capture the Trickster, retrieve the Totem, and be careful not to become sidetracked by robotic Steampunk animals, “sweet” pixie-like Pains, and a problematic mermaid … all while dodging Mothman-like aces. Most surprising, Evan discovers the true reason dragons exist in the Native American Spirit World.
About the Author:
About the Author:
A magical part of H.B. Bolton’s childhood was being swept into worlds of enchanting
characters, fantastical creatures and extraordinary powers—simply by picking up a book. As a mother and a teacher, she was compelled to create imaginary worlds of her own in order to share them, not just with her children, but with all children. H.B. Bolton lives in Florida with her supportive husband and two highly spirited children. Shh, can you keep a secret? Not only does she write books for the young-at-heart, adventurous sort who yearn to dive into a good young-adult fantasy story, she also writes spellbinding, heart pounding women’s fiction. These particular books are written under the name Barbara Brooke, but that’s another story, altogether.
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