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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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Saturday, May 27, 2017

Toric's Dagger (The Weapon Takers Saga, Book 1) by Jamie Edmundson


Release date: May 27, 2017
Subgenre: Epic fantasy

About Toric's Dagger: 

 

Toric's Dagger is just another religious relic, until it's stolen. Belwynn and her twin brother, Soren, volunteer to lead a team tasked with its retrieval. Drawn into a world of danger and treachery, they must rely on Soren's magical abilities, and on the telepathic bond they share.

Now, as kingdoms and empires start to fall, the twins confront the dark forces that threaten them. They must not let the Dagger fall into the wrong hands. But when mercenaries, zealots and sorcerers are all hunting for the same weapon, who should they trust?

Book One of The Weapon Takers Saga, an Epic Fantasy Series in the tradition of Tolkien, Tad Williams & GRR Martin.

Excerpt:

 

Horseshoes. Hammer and nails. Pokers. Plough blades. Locks and keys. Cartwheels. Files and chisels. All very good. All very well and good, and Ulf could do a wonderful job of making all of those. But armour? Spears and war-axes? No. Swords? Really fine swords, works of art that could be passed down the generations? No-one was ordering those anymore, and Rabigar had had enough.
Peace had come to Magnia at last. It was an idea that was disputed, of course. He still heard dire warnings about the North Magnians. Prince Cerdda and his brother were plotting this or that attack. People needed an enemy to talk about, to scare each other about. But blade-smiths were always the first to know when peace had come. People stopped buying weapons.
Bang. Bang. Bang. Ulf was working hard as usual, powerful shoulders hammering away at the anvil.
‘How’s it going?’ Rabigar shouted.
Ulf stopped. ‘What?’
‘Do you need a hand? Quite a few orders in, I see.’
‘Nah, nothing that would interest you, master. You have a rest.’
‘Oh. Right then.’
Bang. Bang. Bang.
He was a good boy, Ulf. Or young man now. Hard worker. Respectful. Grateful. But by the gods, did he piss Rabigar off when he treated him like a hoary relic. He headed for the exit from the forge.
‘Master Rabigar?’
Bareva, Ulf’s wife. She came waddling into the forge, her pregnant belly now much more of a hindrance than it had been a few weeks ago. She was a big woman, not that much smaller than Ulf, and it had taken a while for the baby in her belly to show.
‘There you are. Customer asking for you.’
‘Right you are. Thank you, Bareva. You can tell ‘em to come in.’
Asking for me, thought Rabigar. Dare I hope?
A tall, powerfully-built man strode into the forge as if he owned the place.
‘Herin? Good to see you.’
‘Rabigar,’ said Herin, clasping hands and shouting over the noise of Ulf’s hammering. ‘It’s been a while, hasn’t it? Boy, she’s looking big now, isn’t she?’ he asked, nodding in the direction of Bareva, who had left the forge.
‘Aye. Parents like that, baby’s gonna be a monster, isn’t it? Well, I’m hoping you’ve got a job for me.’
‘Business slow?’
‘Nah. Business isn’t slow. Our lad,’ he said, indicating Ulf over at the anvil, ‘is very busy. Just nothing in the way of blade-work.’
‘Good. Well, I had a very special favour to ask, and sounds like you might be willing to help me out.’
‘Go on.’
‘You won’t have heard what’s gone on at Toric’s Temple?’
‘Nope.’
‘Attacked this morning by twenty-odd soldiers, from the Empire. Broke in and took Toric’s Dagger. Worst part about it, I guess, is that Edgar was there when it happened. He’s alright, though.’
Rabigar whistled at the news. ‘Wait a minute. You’re not asking me to make a new Dagger, are you? I mean, I know I’m good, but...’

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About Jamie Edmundson:

Jamie grew up in the English counties of Bedfordshire and Buckinghamshire, where as a teenager he developed his interests in History and the world of Fantasy Fiction. He studied History at the University of Hull in East Yorkshire before moving to Yarm in North Yorkshire. Here he became a teacher, got married and became a father. At various points along the way he dabbled with a fantasy story that became Toric’s Dagger. He is now busily working away on the next book in the series, Bolivar's Sword.

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