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    Terror At The Temple (Book 3)

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      “This isn’t helping, Bayzog,” I said, holding my head in my hands, irritated.

      “Our deeds are what define us. Our actions. Our words. Not our garments, not our looks. What is inside a man, in his heart―his Dragon heart―is what counts. Keep doing what you are doing.”

      “But I want to get rid of it.” Sort of.

      “And what if you can’t? Will you stop being good altogether then? Will you join the Clerics of Barnabus?”

      “NO!”

      “So stop whining then,” Bayzog said.

      “I’m not whining.”

      “You are whining,” Brenwar added, folding his arms across his chest. “Like a baby orc.”

      “Fine, I’m whining, but I’m sure all of you would do the same if you had these.” I lifted my arms. “I’m not going to be wooing the ladies like I used to; that’s for sure. But, I imagine I could be used in a carnival to frighten children.”

      Brenwar harrumphed.

      “I like them,” Sasha said, rubbing my scales, smiling. “I think they are marvelous.”

      Her sweet words made me feel better; they really did. I guess I was just going to have to get used it, but I really needed to fix it.

      “Bayzog, my father says there are many things in this world that can heal. Perhaps you can help me find some of those things. Maybe I just need a different Thunderstone or something.”

      Bayzog walked over to his large table, opened his tome, thumbed through the pages, and threw his hands out. When he twitched his fingers, an image of a mystic amulet formed and hung in the air, gold and silver with a bright green gemstone in the middle.

      “The Ocular of Orray. The legend says that it can bring health, peace and prosperity. Its powers have been known to cure lycanthropes and liches, and to restore the undead. Perhaps it can help.”

      “So, where is it?”

      Bayzog flicked his fingers. The amulet broke into several pieces.

      “It was stolen from the elves in Elome a century after the last Dragon War, never to be seen again. According to the lore, the thieves broke it up into many pieces and spread them all over Nalzambor, for the Occular cannot be destroyed.”

      “So, who stole it? Who can go into Elome and steal anything?” Nath sighed. “It’s a fortress.”

      “We’d have to ask the elves that,” he said, closing the book.

      “So, I’m supposed to search the entire world for this Occular? I’d rather just save the Dragons.” I looked at Shum. “And what are you doing here?”

      “I have an interest in the power of the Occular as well. Remember my King? He needs the healing, too.”

      “I see. And what about the Dragons? I’m not going to abandon them for this quest.”

      Brenwar shoved my sword and scabbard in my chest.

      “We won’t!”

      Bayzog and Sasha donned their traveling cloaks.

      “Where are you going?”

      “With you,” Sasha said, tying the neck with the magic of her fingers. “I’ve been needing to stretch my legs. Bayzog has kept me cooped up in here too long.”

      It seemed everybody was ready for a trip but me as I shook my head and rose to my feet.

      “So, now I need supervision everywhere I go?”

      “And then some,” Brenwar huffed. “Let’s go!”

      “Fine,” I said, buckling my sword around my waist as Sasha draped my quiver over my shoulder and handed me Akron. I was ready for anything. But before I closed my eyes, I said one last thing. “But I’m going to save whoever and whatever I want to. Agreed?”

      Everyone shook their heads except Brenwar, who laughed.

      “Well, let it never be said I didn’t consort with highly unreasonable people.”

      As soon as I closed my eyes, the adventure began.

      About the Author

      Craig Halloran resides with his family outside of his hometown of Charleston, West Virginia. When he isn’t entertaining mankind, he is seeking adventure, working out, or watching sports. To learn more about him, go to: www.thedarkslayer.com

      Other works by the author

      The Darkslayer: Wrath of the Royals (Book 1)

      The Darkslayer: Blades in the Night (Book 2)

      The Darkslayer: Underling Revenge (Book 3)

      The Darkslayer: Danger and the Druid (Book 4)

      The Darkslayer: Outrage in the Outlands (Book 5)

      The Chronicles of Dragon: The Hero, The Sword and The Dragons (Book 1)

      The Chronicles of Dragon: Dragon Bones and Tombstones (Book 2)

      The Chronicles of Dragon: Terror at the Temple

      Zombie Day Care: Impact Series: Book 1

      Zombie Rehab: Impact Series: Book 2

      Jerk of All Trades: It’s not him; it’s them

      In the works by the author

      The Darkslayer (Book 6)

      The Chronicles of Dragon (Book 4)

      You can learn more about The Darkslayer and my other books at:

      Facebook – The Darkslayer Report by Craig

      Twitter – Craig Halloran

      Table of Contents

      Copyright

      Prologue

      CHAPTER 1

      CHAPTER 2

      CHAPTER 3

      CHAPTER 4

      CHAPTER 5

      CHAPTER 6

      CHAPTER 7

      CHAPTER 8

      CHAPTER 9

      CHAPTER 10

      CHAPTER 11

      CHAPTER 12

      CHAPTER 13

      CHAPTER 14

      CHAPTER 15

      CHAPTER 16

      CHAPTER 17

      CHAPTER 18

      CHAPTER 19

      CHAPTER 20

      CHAPTER 21

      CHAPTER 22

      CHAPTER 23

      CHAPTER 24

      CHAPTER 25

      CHAPTER 26

      CHAPTER 27

      CHAPTER 28

      CHAPTER 29

      CHAPTER 30

      CHAPTER 31

      CHAPTER 32

      CHAPTER 33

      CHAPTER 34

      CHAPTER 35

      CHAPTER 36

      CHAPTER 37

      CHAPTER 38

      CHAPTER 39

      CHAPTER 40

      CHAPTER 41

      Excerpt

      About the Author

     

     

     



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