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BOOK 3 SYNOPSIS
ALL IS NOT QUIET IN AVALON, MN
Lord Sumner has unlocked the secrets to the Spear of Ragnarok, unleashing a power that threatens to bring a second Ice Age. All hope seems lost until the Templar Knights discover clues that may lead them to a relic with the power to stand against the Spear.
Now Max Sumner and the Grey Griffins must join the Templar in a treacherous journey into the Underworld as they hunt for that lost relic and try and save the planet from extinction. But even if they make it through the underground labyrinth, an ageless dragon awaits at the end of their quest. Are they up to the challenge? Find out in the gripping legend of The Fall of the Templar...
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PROLOGUE
Clouds obscured a full moon, bringing rolling thunder and jagged lightning over Avalon's only cemetery far below. The graveyard was set inside a wooded hollow, lined with crumbling headstones, like a mouth of broken teeth waiting to devour unwary visitors. Just as the rain began to fall, the gates shuddered violently, and the chains twisted and fractured. With a heavy gust the doorway blew apart, and long shadows appeared through the opening. Teeth flashed in the moonlight, accompanied by the disquieting sound of sniffing. The hunt was on.?.?.?.
At that same moment, on the far side of the cemetery, a light flickered weakly to life. The portal appeared. Limping out onto the damp earth was the tiny form of a spriggan. Her furtive eyes looked about as the faerie?s spiky fur stood on end. With her scaly tail twitching nervously, she skulked from the shadow of one headstone to the next.
Though the spriggan's leg was wounded, she moved like a phantom through the graveyard, never once making a sound??? she couldn't risk it. The werewolves were on her trail, and she knew they were near. They'd been following her through an endless network of portals. With trepidation, the spriggan looked down at her hands where a golden amulet lay. She drew her breath, losing herself for a moment in its beauty, but when her ears caught the faint padding of wolf paws, she tucked it away and doubled her speed. They'd found her!
The sound of the werewolves approaching grew steadily closer. No matter which way she ran, they seemed to be on every side. Wounded, she didn't have the strength to open another portal, let alone shape-shift into a bird and fly away. With her heart beating rapidly, the spriggan raced down a row of headstones, where the slabs of marble and granite seemed to close in on either side, forcing her straight ahead.
A wolf howled. They were almost on top of her!
The injured spriggan soon found herself at a dead end, backed against a gravestone. Lightning flashed, illuminating the chiseled text:
Here Lies Olaf "Iver" Iverson
Templar & Friend
Rest In Peace
Another flash of lightning. New shadows slowly rose over the spriggan?s trembling form. Slowly, she turned back to Iver?s grave as she faced the hunters. Their eyes were red and their teeth were bared. The spriggan's flight was over. There was nowhere to run.
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"Sprig!" Max Sumner called out, his own heart pounding as he sat up in his bed, breaking free of the terrible nightmare.
Click Here To Read Chapter 1: Lord Saxon's Diary
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