I HAVE ALWAYS read. As a boy it was Enid Blyton’s Famous Five, Tvillingdeckarna by Sivar Ahlrud and Bomba, The Jungle Boy by Roy Rockwood.
Since then I’ve always been surrounded by books and I still read every day. But I’ve never felt the urge to write, and even hated doing essays at school. In 2009, however, I had a serious accident that put me into intensive care for four months. According to what I was told afterwards, I shouldn’t have survived; all the blood poisoning and organ failure I suffered should have cost me my life.
But despite the statistics, I did survive. An ICU nurse gave me a guardian angel as a present, and said that I must have had lots of them (and I’m inclined to agree). After my long stay in hospital, I was discharged and started on my slow road to recovery. My legs had wasted away due to all the drugs I’d been given, so nowadays I’m in a wheelchair. I gradually started reading again, slowly at first, and then more and more. But this time it was different. New. There was something in my mind. I even dreamed about it.
Suddenly I had a story in my head trying to grab my attention and tell me it wanted to get written. I have no idea where it came from, but I knew that the old stone bridge in Hova, which you pass when driving down the E20 from Örebro towards Gothenburg, would be pivotal to the story.
So there we have it. Something happened to me when I was lying sedated for all those months in intensive care – a story appeared in my brain. I don’t know what the kind nurse who gave me the angel would have said, but maybe the reason I’m still alive is so that the story of the Stone Bridge and Agnes and all the others can be written, what do I know?
J F Wren
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With a sense of déjà vu, Agnes packed her things. She was going to be staying with her grandmother in Hova again. She picked up her fully packed suitcase and as she started to go downstairs the thoughts began running through her head. It was as if something was missing, something she ought to remember. Something hideously black. But for the life of her she couldn't remember what.
In the top of the tower on the smaller of the islands that made up the Samloqs sat that night's watch. He looked up at the starry sky through the opening that was the tower's only window – and there, something was there. A giant black shadow swooped past and blocked out the light. The preacher shuddered. The next moment he almost fell out of the tower. The creature high above him had turned, revealing an enormous pair of wings and clouds of sooty black smoke billowing from its nostrils.
Naz-Halham could not erase the Sibyl's words from his mind. "The time is come when I, Moros, shall rise and break my bonds. I enjoin upon thee to ally thyself with the people from the sea, whose arrival in Amornia has been prophesied since before my sisters and brothers fettered my person with their treacherous chains."
The return of the silver dragon is the third volume in the Tales of Amornia series. The first two volumes, The secret of the stone bridge and The crimson sceptre, have earned both public and critical praise. "A classic portal fantasy that's aflame with storytelling glee, mystique, thrills and loveable characters" is one of many positive reviews that have been written.
Título : The Return Of The Silver Dragon
EAN : 9789198811858
Editorial : J F Wren
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