Tuesday, December 8, 2020

Og-Grim-Dog: Ogre's End Game (Me Three, Book 4) by Jamie Edmundson

 

Release date: December 1, 2020
Subgenre: Portal Fantasy, Epic Fantasy
 

About Og-Grim-Dog: End Game:

 

'We have saved this world and travelled to worlds beyond it! We have deployed weapons of death beyond your imagination!'

Join everyone's favourite three-headed ogre in their world-hopping, climactic, final adventure.

After The War of The Dead, things could not have ended more bleakly for Og-Grim-Dog and the broken land of Gal'azu.

But they'll still save their friends, save the world, complete a satisfying character arc and tie up all the loose ends from the rest of the series...

Won't they?

 

Excerpt:

 

It hadn’t been easy since they had left Darkspike Dungeon. There they had buried Assata, their last friend. They had travelled south; the direction Sandon had always wanted to go. But when they had arrived at the coast, they hit a snag. There were no boats left. Anywhere. Not in the big harbours or the tiniest fishing villages. When the draugr had come, the people of the sea had evidently left. Any vessels they had left behind must have been found by those humans fleeing south in the days and weeks after the apocalypse. Og-Grim-Dog was the last person in all of Gal’azu to scour the south coast for a means of escape, and it was really no surprise that there wasn’t any.

With little in the way of options, they had begun to trudge eastwards. None of them had been prepared to mention it. But they were now approaching the swamp. They had ended up there once before when they were out of options. Grim really didn’t want to end up there again. But as each day passed, that sinking feeling was getting ever more powerful.

‘The point,’ said Grim, ‘is to find a way to the portals on Toyer Island. The point is to travel back in time, like we did before, and stop all this from happening. The point, is to stop all our friends from dying.’

‘Humph,’ said Og, unmoved. ‘All our friends are dead. Everything we meet is dead. All I ever think about these days is death. Maybe it’s time to just give in to it. If you can’t beat em, join em.’

‘Oh, so what?’ Dog demanded angrily. ‘So, we’ve had some setbacks? You’re just going to give up on life? It’s pathetic.’

‘Setbacks?’ demanded Og. ‘Setbacks? We’re in a bloody apocalypse! All civilization is gone! Our friends are dead from draugr, or goblins, or draugr trolls. There is a succubus and an incubus loose in the realm. And we’re bumbling our way back into the swamp! Well I’m sorry if I think that’s rather more than a few setbacks!’

‘We are not going back to the swamp!’ Grim insisted. ‘Don’t even mention it!’

‘What was so wrong with the swamp?’ asked Dog. ‘I distinctly remember eating a very tasty donkey in the swamp.’

‘Oh, I’m sick of it!’ said Og. ‘Sick of being attached to people who just want to brain undead monsters and sit in a big pile of mud for the rest of their days. Why was I born into this? If I wasn’t stuck to you two, I would have left a long time ago and never looked back.’

‘It’s all coming out now, isn’t it?’ said Dog. ‘Takes a few setbacks to find out what people really think of you.’

‘They are not setbacks!’ Og shouted. ‘A setback is something you recover from.’

‘It’s all too easy for everyone else,’ said Grim, ‘to leave people behind. They just walk away, with their own pair of legs; their own arms, and head. We’ve never been able to do that. We’re stuck with each other forever. But that’s our strength. We’ve been forced to work as a team. And we’ll get through this just like we’ve got through everything else. Because we’re not doing this for ourselves, or for each other. We’re doing it for everyone else. For the scattered and the lost. We’re the only ones left, so we have to see it through.’

Dog slapped his hand on his thigh. ‘Good speech, Grim. Brought a tear to the eye, that did.’

‘Humph. I have to admit,’ said Og grudgingly. ‘It was one of your better ones.’

 

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About Jamie Edmundson:

Jamie has always loved a good story, whether real or imagined. He grew up in the south of England before moving to the north, where he worked as a history teacher. He still lives there with his wonderful family, but now spends his time writing, mainly about people hitting each other with swords.

 

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