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Pitch:
Deeply traumatised by his past, Clarence must find the courage to rescue his friend from a place he swore he would never return.
Blurb:
Clarence O'Leary, A Leprechaun, is determined to live his life as a free man. Unfortunately, the Council of the Light has other plans. After receiving an unwelcome letter, Clarence embarks on an adventure to the banned planet Earth that changes him forever. A life long supporter of the Humanists, he is offered a chance to escape his worries and visit a utopia where the Magical elite no longer exists.
Earth is not the place he expected. Beaten and left for dead Clarence limps home with his hopes of seeing a better existence shattered, only to find that somebody has followed him back. Clarence knows that what he saw on Earth may threaten his own society. He tries to keep the Humans secrets, but the Council of the Light is closing their net around him for good.
Drawn to the Flame is the first in a series of books that see events conspire that shake the fabric of existence and force civilisations to collapse into chaos and war. It is a tale of addiction, loss, duty and finding the courage to do what is right, not what is easy.
Travel to different worlds through the Stone Circle portals and witness the destruction of Earth in this gritty and original High Fantasy series with a sci-fi twist. Mervyn Peake, Robin Hobb, and Terry Prattchet's influences surround the Transworld Network whilst the beautifully flawed main protagonist; Clarence grounds the fantasy in a gritty exploration of the trials experienced by sufferers of childhood abuse.
First 1000 words:
-The Death of the Pendragon-
Morag's leathery wings beat in time with Siberia's racing heart.
"Where are they!" she cried.
The Dragon didn't reply, she didn't need to.
Circling, ever circling, but where were her kin? A clap of lightning. Morag banked into a dive. Below: an army. Thousands of troops loading sky bows with net slingers and Blood Iron chains. A portal yawning wide in a bubble around a black stone birthing more and more of the sky defences. A portal made of obsidian glass, an abomination with a blue glow in it's center, drawing down a monstrous power that had no right to exist in this reality.
She kept asking the same question. How?
She'd laughed at the portal's creator when he said he had done it. She thought he had made something that was so pathetic it could move an apple a few hundred yards. Not this.
Morag banked again and let a jet of white hot fire punch the ground; hit the air shield, rippled across the top but made the smallest amount of damage. The Dragon rose again.
