TALON – The Kingdom Of Spelldome by A.J.Powell-Owens

When the King and Queen of the “Kingdom of Spelldome” were blessed with the birth of their two sons’ they thought that all their dreams had come true, but the events that followed the birth of one of the twins began to ring alarm bells. He was unnatural and cruel towards his fellow man and anything that he viewed as beneath him. The King and father of this abomination was forced to take drastic measures that unbeknown to him, would have wide and long reaching effects on his family in the future. His decision would bring fourth times of War and Death to a once peaceful Realm.

“The Kingdoms people would suffer greatly.”

At the hands of a devious and unkind creature, a being that would make allies with the very nightmares of hell and beyond an unnatural foe that simply hated the humanity within the world he was born into. He would be assisted in this mission by many allies, but one of them would have the greatest impact on his thought’s and actions. Khan was walking hell spawn that would act as advisor to the youngster and bend him to his own will. Coupled with this new knowledge Malic would awaken an ancient and horrific nightmare that even he would find hard to control; Once it was out of the box. The princess of the kingdom soon discovers the cruel reality and price that her people would pay for the Kings father’s actions. Her generation and that of the previous Kings son would need to take up arms and defeat this new and malevolent evil that would threaten to take away everything they stood for. But was Malic really as evil as they thought or did he actually have a point to prove or was it love that drove him? She would soon discover the truth and many other secrets from her own past…

Targeted Audience: FANTASY OR HORROR

Author Bio:
I was born in Hemel Hempstead, Hertfordshire and relocated to Cambridge in 2001 to be married to my Wife.
Louisa, We have a 11 year old daughter. Also we have a pet cat "Bonny".

I have worked in the I.T industry for many years as a Senior Manager, Director, Project Manager, General Trouble Shooter, Property Development – Still love Information Technology and all its varied callings, I have a small collection of robots R2D2, Wee Robotic's etc.

I used them to introduce youngsters to Technology in schools, also they are great fun. I still have a great love for technology. I am currently seeking a new full-time post in addition to the writing, but who knows what life's journey has in store.

My last post was as I.T Manager for a Cambridge College 11yrs, Before this i worked for Camelot, DWP, NHS, MoD and a number of other high profile posts. But I always have had a passion for Fantasy, Sci-fi, Gaming, Art, Writing, Cars etc..

It was as a direct result of a video game i produced in 1985 for Artic computing that this Novel came about. AMSTRAD 464

As the story is a direct evolution of the old game. I still love video games to this day, but if this goes well will produce the other stories that the game had as a result if its development.
It was a very large universe of new characters and places.

I will say one last thing – I hope you enjoy it

But this is my first outing as an Author and its been an interesting journey.
"Talon – The Kingdom Of Spelldome"

I would advise anyone who has a story to tell to use KDP – its been an amazing experience.
I hope you enjoy the story. After all its about the telling…

What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
I had an idea for a video game in the 1980s that was published , but wanted to take the story further, i was made redundant, but this was nt the reason it was that i wanted to share the story with others and this gave me the time to finish it. It was written for the fun and love of doing so. Many friends and other shave said it would make a brilliant film, being honest i am glad that people have enjoyed it and it is out in the world.

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Sample from Book:

A Beautiful Summer’s Day

It was a beautiful mid summer’s day. Eliza loved the long lazy days of the summer months. It was getting quite late in the afternoon and despite this; the suns rays were still warm. Its heat caressed the softness of her milky white face. It was actually relentless, but nonetheless it was not too hot and she loved the feeling. A slight breeze was coming from the north of the riverbank, which she sat at, by its edge. She was pondering. Her thought’s playing with all sorts of images and also in a daydream state.

Eliza was letting her mind wonder as the suns rays played before her on the rivers shimmering surface.

The river was very wide and its waters ran deep in places along its route. She was only eleven years old when she last visited the secluded site and was now in her late twenties and its majesty was still something to behold. It weaved its way across the landscape until it finally disappeared from sight. Upon its travels, a rickety old wooden bridge crossed it.

Often she had wondered if as her father had told her when she was younger that a troll did indeed live underneath its wood frame waiting for his next unsuspecting meal to cross overhead. But then her father’s imagination had known no boundaries; also he had been known for his tall tales.

Eliza loved her father’s quick wit and a silly sense of humor. That said he was no ones fool. She had a quick and fleeting thought that maybe, just maybe one day she would bring her own children to play Trolls on the old bridge. That was of course if it was still standing, Children at this point in her life were a long way off; she had not even met the right man yet. The thought of children was a nice thought and the prospect of having children with the right man had crossed her mind only once in her life.
The children of the Kingdom had played games around the old bridge and many strange and fantastic tales had been made up about it as a direct result. With her fathers help no less she wondered.
Suddenly, she jumped with quite a start.

Her whole body had shaken as a direct result of the reaction. It felt like her heart had popped out of her chest. She rubbed her hand where the pain had been for a few seconds. Just to confirm she was ok! Making sure that she was not having a heart attack or something?
For a small green frog had leapt, launching himself off a lily pad directly into the waters of the waiting river. With a loud accompanying croak, croak sound he had leapt directly into the middle of the rivers waters. The sudden noise had made her jump, but she was amazed at the tiny creatures agility.

It was simply a wonderful day.

Eliza was not entirely alone in this idyllic setting. For standing not far from her position under an impressively large tree, whose canopy was providing a good amount of shade, shadow. Quietly, happily munching his fill of the lush green grasses that seemed a plenty in the meadow stood Silver.
Silver had been her father’s charger; he had served his master well over many long years of dedicated service. He had seen many battles over the years, but his spirit was that of a gentle and kind soul.

Eliza remembered fondly, the day her father had handed Silvers bridle to her and said in a soft and charming voice.
“It’s time he had a good rest! ”
She had been speechless, which according to her father was a first. She had noticed a small tear welling up behind her father’s eyes.
“He is yours my daughter,” He smiled.
“Look after him and he will look after you.”
“Remember,” a sense of pride accompanied his voice.
“He is a stallion and a king among horses.”
She was not going to grumble; it had been no secret that she had always loved Silver; in her own mind he had always been her own horse and a member of the family.

It had been her Twentieth birthday that day.
Eliza felt a twinge of her heartstrings as her father handed over his valiant friend to his daughter. She was about to say that she could not take him! When her father interrupted her.

“He is yours to…! He stated in a reassuring tone had entered into his voice. “No arguments, take him…”
Seizing the reigns, she led Silver out of the courtyard into the palace stables he obediently followed.
As a young child she had watched Silver running and frolicking around the palace paddocks, she had wanted to ride him. What young girl wouldn’t as he was indeed a magnificent animal. She was not going to complain; it was no secret that she loved horses. After all he was indeed a beautiful beast, she had loved to watch him run and frolic about the fields, his tail whipping and his silver mane in full flow as he galloped freely about the open spaces.
Silver stood over 14 hands high, with strong muscles and thickset frame. His most striking feature was his long silver mane. Hence his name, she supposed. His tail was long and very fine, just like woven strands of the finest thread. It glistened when he ran and flowed with a graceful elegant quality. It was airy and light, moving like fine silk cloth.
He was indeed a handsome and beautiful horse without question.

Eliza remembered the first time her father had placed her on Silvers back. He had been calm, placid in nature. Upon her fathers gentle command he moved off slowly, keeping his pace smooth and steady.
Her father had watched them both with an immense feeling of pride.

“A gentle giant!” he had commented, with great affection and feeling. “Don’t worry. He will take care of you Eliza! ”

That had been her father’s pet name for Silver. It was funny to think that was more than ten years ago, but she remembered it like it was yesterday.
Eliza’s thoughts returned to the present and observed the scene around her. The tall golden spires of the palace could just be seen in the far off distance; it was amazing to her that she could see them from so far away. The high walls that surrounded the palace of the Kingdom acting as its defensive wall were just visible below the spires the shimmering haze of heat above the ground made it difficult to see any discerning detail.

The heat wave blurred the scene, turning the vision into a distorted wave and making a ripple like effect on the horizon. She guessed that the main gates to the Kingdom of Spelldome's palace and the city lay between the two spires; they were about half way between them.
It was at least an hour's ride away, even on Silver.
Eliza suddenly noticed that the atmosphere about her had become a little colder. She shivered, an involuntary kind of shiver. Pulling the silk hood of her long white dress up about her neck. The material would prove little if any protection if it started to rain, but it was such a nice day; she had not considered this before leaving the palace.

Looking at the distance, she thought that she had been very lucky so far that the weather had made it such a wonderful day, much like her life in general. She had never had any want or need for anything or experienced real poverty or hardship.

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