Posted tagged ‘merlin’

A drop of blood …

25 October, 2018

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Parsley stood before the throne, staring down at her beloved and the green globe and realised she had no idea what to do.

Behind her, she could hear steel on stone. Parsley glanced over her shoulder to see the statues hurl themselves at Dracomagan and Peagreen. Nimue’s golden head turned from the fighting and the green eyes widened as she saw where Parsley was standing.

Sorrel unsheathed her sword. “Get on with it!” She ordered and stepped towards the sorceress.

Then Parsley remembered. A drop of blood had opened the way in the enchanted forest. Another drop of blood had woken Tym from his enchanted sleep …

“Thank you very much for your latest newsletter. What a work you do, it is amazing. It gives me inspiration and imagination for everyday life. Thank you.” U Gohla

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The September issue of my Newsletter is available now! And in a few weeks time, the December issue will be sent out to everyone who subscribes.

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© Freya Pickard 2018

The Attar of Chervil: Episode One

19 March, 2018

Dracomagan was nowhere to be seen. Parsley and Sorrel waited for her, whilst Sir Peagreen stood guard. Eyes glowed in the dark greenness and a chill wind rattled dead leaves.
“I think it’s werewolves and vampires…” Parsley moaned.
“… and horrible beasties!” Dracomagan appeared in the gloom, leggings gleaming. She grinned.
“Can’t see there’s anything to smile about,” grumbled Parsley. “Is there another way round?”
“No. One path leads to a blind canyon with no way over it and the other way just dumps you in that raging river we crossed yesterday. So, the quickest way to Nimue, is through that.”
Dracomagan pointed at the green gloaming and led the way forwards …

This is the beginning of my FREE short story, The Attar of Chervil. The tale began in The Essence of Thyme and continued in The Oil of Sage but each story stands alone. If you’d like to read a FREE short story every year and sample some of my FREE short form poetry as well as getting a glimpse into my real life, simply sign up for my Newsletter at dragonscaleclippings@gmail.com and put “Request Clippings” in the subject line! (Your email will not be sold or passed onto anyone else and I will only ever use it to send you the link to my Newsletter).
A huge thank you to one of my collaborative partners, Elisa Choi, for her beautiful front cover for this issue of my Newsletter. For more of Elisa’s work, please visit her website at Harmony Thoughts
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© Freya Pickard 2018
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Dragonscale Leggings …

14 December, 2016

This novel is a parody of the genre Freya loves best; fantasy. In it, she gently pokes fun at the Arthurian legends, the common concepts of dragon slayers and dragons and how they should (or shouldn’t) behave.

What would you do if you woke up in a place you did not recognise, with no memory of who you are? Would you fall asleep again and hope to remember when you woke up next?

Would you hide yourself away, giving into self-pity? Or would you walk out and explore this strange new world, hoping to recover your memory on the way?

Available at Amazon UK, Amazon US, iTunes, Nook, Kobo, 24Symbols and Scribd.

Watch the video about it at here

Dragonscale Leggings is currently only available as an e-book, the paperback version will be re-issued in 2017.

An entertaining tale of a woman from our world waking up one day in an alternative reality as a dragon slayer with amnesia. Written as a journal, there is humour and imagination, an original take on dragons, a fiercely independent female lead, and a playful twist on Arthurian legend. Fans of Gilbert and Sullivan will even get to sing along in places… F J Franklin

Dragonscale Leggings is pure fantasy, but with a twist. The writer, Freya Pickard, a fantasy lover herself, describes this book as a fantasy spoof and this is exactly what it is. She takes the genre and turns it on its head with great humour and skill. It is littered with characters that are of the classic fantasy-typical stereotype, but they are never stereotypical. From Sir Agravaine the Amorous to Sama the troubadour and many others in-between, not forgetting the dragons of course, or her self-appointed guardian horse called Tygar, they are colourfully handled with a deft touch. E Leaper

This is an excellent parody of the fantasy genre, and the authoress does a smashing good job of lampooning its conventions and tropes while telling a compelling story with memorable characters. What happens at the end will surprise you. Troy

Dracomagan is a kick ass 21st-century gal who winds up in a land of Arthurian legend with the job of being a dragon slayer. But she doesn’t let this get in her way, and goes about her business with a blatant disregard for the rules of the day and with a witty sarcasm that often had me laughing out loud. This is a heroine who knows what she wants and how to get it. There is a great supporting cast as well, including some very delicate dragons and some less than chivalrous knights. But the best supporting character has to be Tygar, Dracomagan’s horse who could easily have a book all to himself. The interplay between Dracomagan and Tygar provide lots of the laugh out loud moments in the book. E Baxter

Freya Pickard is an adept of the genre and whilst her writing is richly vibrant, her plots intricately woven, her narratives are always immediately accessible to any kind of reader. Easy to get into, hard to put down. A most enjoyable read. L Turner

The Oil of Sage: Episode 4

12 December, 2016

Stiffly, he rose to his feet and straightened his back. Hobbling to the door he bolted it fast and then turned and extinguished all but one of the candles. He lifted a smooth, unadorned silver bowl from a shelf and set it on a low table near the embers of the fire. Beside the door stood a silver jug with water that his servant had collected last full moon from the hill streams nearby.
Carefully, the old man poured the water into the bowl, not spilling a drop. Setting the jug on the floor he waited for the water in the bowl to become still, feeling the ache in legs and back. He waited, feeling the minutes pass towards midnight. Eventually he stooped and breathed once on the water’s surface.
Mist swirled in the clear depths, parting to reveal rocky crags and moss-covered trees. Merlin stared silently, watching the visions as they unfolded to reveal a twisted, grey peak of stone. He shivered as he waved a hand over the bowl and the pictures vanished…
What has Merlin seen in the scrying bowl? What will Dracomagan and her friends do next in order to rescue Parsley’s lover?
The final episode of The Oil of Sage is now available to read – for FREE! Find out how to get your free copy of it (and the previous episodes) at Current Story.
Current subscribers to Freya’s Newsletter have already been sent the link to the newest episode. If you have not yet received it, please contact Freya on the email address mentioned on the Current Story Page, requesting it.
© Freya Pickard 2016
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Dragonscale Leggings – an excerpt

21 September, 2016

26th June, Mid-Morning
Who am I? Where am I? And what on earth am I doing here in the blazing hot sun outside a cave in the middle of a mountainous wilderness with the decaying carcass of some huge monster? I’m wearing really strange clothes and a green cloak type of thing. This cloak has pockets and in them I’ve found this notebook and pencil and something that makes me want to call it tinder and flint. Notebook is bound in leather with recycled type paper inside. The pencil is thick and stubby. The corpse really stinks. I feel sick.
Lunchtime
On the way to be sick (not sure where I was going, there aren’t any loos round here), I found a white horse. It just stared at me and when I started throwing up behind one of the grey boulders lying around, it trotted off. I lay down for a bit, feeling vulnerable and pathetic. The white horse re-appeared while I was still feeling yuck and looked me up and down as if it knew me. Hauling myself to my feet I staggered over to it and hung onto its neck. It then led me step by step to a little gully where – how wonderful! – there was a stream! Water never tasted so good! Have a splitting headache so am going to sleep in the shade of a rock near the stream.
Teatime?
Headache gone. Stomach churning – perhaps the water was polluted. Feel light-headed. Horse has disappeared again. Sun not so hot. Brains completely scrambled. Am I really myself? I ask this because I am wearing the oddest pair of leggings I’ve ever seen. They look like grey and purple mottled scales. Very odd. I don’t remember buying them. I’m wearing knee-length leather boots, which are making my feet hot. I didn’t buy them either. The T-shirt I’m wearing I bought at a student sale. Aha! So I’m a student! What of and where at?
These are the opening paragraphs to my novel, Dragonscale Leggings, which is now available as an e-book!
© Freya Pickard 2016
I’ve started making some videos about my writing! Please check them out at Dragonscale Leggings, The Rusalka Ritual, The Essence of Thyme and Patreon