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Dragonscale Leggings – only 99p!

21 November, 2016

For a VERY limited time (3 days only), those of my readers who buy through Amazon UK, can buy my novel, Dragonscale Leggings, for just 99p!

The narrative takes the form of a diary; think Alice In Wonderland meets Bridget Jones. Originally written as chick lit for dragons (yes, some of them are literate!) this tale also appeals to humans.

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

Check out the video at YouTube.

If you enjoy stories about strong women and have a good sense of humour, you should buy this! Go on! Treat yourself!

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Chapter Twenty Three

11 March, 2015
Feel very strange but peaceful. Spent most of yesterday writing down all my memories. But not in here. There was some paper on the desk in my bedroom and I’ve made a kind of envelope for my memories and sealed them inside. It’s weird knowing you live somewhere else but are really alive here.
I want to know where Tygar comes from! But I’ve just signed a contract to help Merlin find Sir Lancelot and put him back to sleep until Arthur returns. I still think that killing the Bad Dragons is the destiny Sama Conn talked about. Oh yes! Piera’s offered to accompany us to find Lancelot. I hope he doesn’t fancy me. It would be cruel to have to deter him as I did Agravaine!
Only a week till Yule apparently. Suppose I’d better write a letter to the parents and then perhaps see about some lunch. And after that I will go and visit Tygar – Piera has told me how to find the stables. I wish that horse could talk!
This is an excerpt from my novel Dragonscale Leggings
You can read an excerpt from Chapter Nine at a previous Wednesday Words blog.
Visit My Books to watch the video and find out more about this novel!.
© Freya Pickard 2015

Chapter Fourteen

16 December, 2014
Ooh Arr’s red face blanched and Rabbit Face disappeared inside again. Tygar ran straight towards the farmer who leapt clumsily out of the way. I flattened myself against the horse’s neck as he galloped straight for the doorway. We came to a muddy halt just before the door, recovered and Tygar reared again, raining blows on the fragile hovel. It collapsed in seconds and I heard a shriek from Rabbit Face as the boards fell in. Tygar was nosing about the rotting planks of wood and suddenly grabbed something that squealed – rather like a trapped rabbit actually. And out came Rabbit Face by the scruff of his neck. Tygar hauled him into the mud, let him fall over and placed a front hoof on his chest.
“That’s enough theatrics,” I told my steed irritably. “What have you got against him? Apart from him somewhat annoying that is.”
Rabbit Face’s teeth chattered loudly and I was aware of the farmers creeping up behind us…
This is an excerpt from my novel Dragonscale Leggings
You can read an excerpt from Chapter Nine at a previous Wednesday Words blog.
Visit My Books to watch the video and find out more about this novel!.
© Freya Pickard 2014

Chapter Thirteen

15 December, 2014
I’m sitting under a mountain ash with bright red-orange berries peering out from its slender, green leaves. Sometimes I’m so descriptive I don’t know why I don’t become a poet. Can’t be bothered I suppose. It’s such hard work. Tygar is cropping the grass down like there’s no tomorrow and I’m feeling absolutely gorgeous. There’s a magpie hopping around on the ground beside Tygar. I wonder if he lives along this stretch of the path? I’ve come out of the village you see, down towards the ford. But I don’t fancy meeting the Smith today. I just want to be by myself. Mrs Alun was very insistent that I rode through the village and not out by Merlin’s oak. I think she thinks the farmers will get me. Huh! Farmers! So Tygar and I have ensconced ourselves in a sunny glade just off the path and I’ve brought some lunch with me.
I’ve been asleep. Tygar is drowsing in the shade. The magpie has gone. Voices woke me I’m sure. Men’s voices droning in the distance. I can hear footsteps on the path …
This is an excerpt from my novel Dragonscale Leggings
You can read an excerpt from Chapter Nine at a previous Wednesday Words blog.
Visit My Books to watch the video and find out more about this novel!.
© Freya Pickard 2014

Wednesday Words – Chapter Nine

12 November, 2014
It’s been a difficult day. Gatus insisted I ride at the back of the column. Tygar wanted to lead. I understand Gatus wanting me at the back – in case the dragon attacks us. But would Tygar listen? I think he wanted to strut along like a king in front of his harem. I reminded him that they weren’t his mares. But he didn’t want to know. After I called him an ‘incorrigible reprobate’ he went on one of his ‘I hate you and the entire world’ moods. My arms feel three times the length they were this morning. He’s been having it easy for too long.
We’ve been travelling north west for a week, across the yellow grassed plains (that was poetic wasn’t it?!), following a south flowing river in search of a ford. Kaga and I have been having sword practice everything evening between making camp and supper. (I think I’ve improved – he didn’t have a word of criticism last night!) Why is it that all the nice men are taken…
This is an excerpt from Chapter Nine of my novel Dragonscale Leggings
You can read an excerpt from Chapter Nine at a previous Wednesday Words blog.
Visit My Books to watch the video and find out more about this novel!.
© Freya Pickard 2014

Wednesday Words – Chapter Eight

21 May, 2014
The children fell silent and I turned my head to bring them into view. One boy held a sparkling jewel aloft. The girls were silent, covering their mouths with their hands. The other boy’s eyes were wide with fear and he was making motions to hide the stone. Tygar snorted and tossed his mane. I glanced to the east and realised the birds had stopped singing. A wind had risen and was tossing the branches of the trees in the forest. The mist around the mountain had disappeared and something was hurtling towards me. Something huge, something that blurred the air around it. Something dull red with smoke streaming from its nose. Tygar reared up, nearly unseating me. He screamed a challenge to the airborne monster as I grabbed the reins and caught the peeler as it dropped towards the ground. I heard running feet behind me but they were running away from me. I was the Dragon Slayer and I was on my own…
This is an excerpt from Chapter Eight of my novel Dragonscale Leggings
You can read an excerpt from Chapter Nine at a previous Wednesday Words blog.
Visit My Books to watch the video and find out more about this novel!.
© Freya Pickard 2014

Wednesday Words – Chapter Six

23 April, 2014
By the time we reached the river it was past midday. Clouds had started to build up to the south and the air seemed heavy. Tygar was shying at nothing and at first would not cross the river. I have to admit, it was a rickety old bridge and I really didn’t think it would take the weight of the thirty wagons and all those goats. But it did. Tygar shuffled from side to side as the last herd of goats followed their wagon onto the creaking, swaying structure. The wind had a whine to it that made the hairs on my neck stand up and Tygar’s skin shivered constantly. I kicked him in the sides and he dug his hooves in.
Then an old nanny goat stopped halfway across the bridge and looked back at us. Her bold yellow eyes stared at us and she bleated something to Tygar. It was obviously something highly insulting in animal speak. Tygar squealed with rage and plunged onto the bridge…
This is an excerpt from Chapter Six of my novel Dragonscale Leggings What better way to celebrate St George’s Day than to read my novel?!
You can read the entire first chapter of my book at Feed A Read and there is also an excerpt from Chapter Nine at a previous Wednesday Words blog.
Visit My Books to watch the video and find out more about this novel!.
© Freya Pickard 2014

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