The Dragon Tempest: Tales of Fantasy & Adventure (DKC Contest Anthology Book 2)
The Dragon Tempest offers a collection of short stories in a variety of fantasy genres, including dark, light, adventure, and epic. Creatures from all worlds abound: dragons, angels, centaurs, witches, gods and goddesses, and those lurking below the water’s surface. Whether you’re moved by tales of battle and bloodshed, suspense, humor, or enlightenment, The Dragon Tempest will leave you craving more from each author. Such a diversity of great fantasy tales to enjoy will leave no room for disappointment.
Allison D. Reid
1st Place Winners
Wilson F. Engel, III
2nd Place Winners
Deborah Jean Anderson
J. Abram Barneck
3rd Place Winners
I am honored to have two short stories published in “The Dragon’s Tempest.”
Following is an excerpt from, “Queen of the Faeries”
The concert had been great. Aine and Dorrian made their way backstage to try to get a glimpse of the band members. Aine had fallen ‘head over heels in love with the band’s bass guitar player, Iarl Fitzgerald. Dorrian rolled her eyes at Aine. She was always falling ‘head over heels’ in love with somebody.
“There he is!” exclaimed Aine. She grabbed Dorrian’s arm and started leading her in Iarl’s direction.
As if he had heard her, Iarl looked up, right at Aine. Their eyes locked and Iarl walked toward Aine, meeting her halfway. Aine let go of Dorrian’s arm as she reached out to shake hands with Iarl.
“Hi! I am Aine. I just wanted to tell you that I love the way you play your bass guitar.”
Iarl smiled. Aine’s heart did a flip-flop; his smile made him even more gorgeous. He had a serious face, very cute, but serious. His shoulder-length, blonde curls framed his gorgeous face. His dark-green eyes were deep-set, giving him the overall appearance of a man who did not smile or laugh easily.
Still holding Aine’s hand in his, he turned and led them to his dressing room. There were other people bustling about and Dorrian joined them. Iarl sat Aine down in a chair next to his. He turned to look at her, and spoke for the first time.
Following is an excerpt from, “The Elementals Save Mother Earth”:
The ghost of Paracelsus roamed the earth. Never had he seen the earth in such a terrible state. The land was dry and ravaged by fire. Paracelsus knew the salamanders were thriving, but they were the only elemental to do so. Pollution inhabited the waters and air to the point that they were poisonous. They were losing the battle to help keep the earth livable for humans
Mother Earth had awoken Paracelsus.
“Paracelsus, I beg of you to arise from your resting place. I desperately need your help,” she had said.
Paracelsus did as Mother Earth asked. He stood looking around the devastation, wondering where to start.
“The four elemental forces are going to have to work together to clean up this mess,” Paracelsus muttered to himself.
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