The thirst for gold dominated the cultures’ past as Irish, Welsh, Celtic, and Europe metled into English. It was a time of progress, war, pirates, and kings. Legends were made of Merlin, Arthur, Pendyne, and the land.
The book:
The raven’s feather still clutched in his hand and his own blood spilled on the English soil, Albert, the old stable master, stood in front of the empty stall. Pendyne, the last battle horse of the Crown, has been stolen. As two men and a boy embark on a personal journey to bring the last battle horse home, they must endure many hardships and fight off both pirates and the Black Guard to protect the secret of a lost royal medallion that threatens the future of the Crown in the sixteenth century that could change the world forever.
This young adult periodic fiction novel stages the clashing of progress and the challenge of the past living the future as beliefs and legends collide in what could become an epoch event.
ISBN: 781424151615
Publish America
Price - $19.95
Excerpt (Copy righted material):
Suddenly a blast sent a shudder through the ship as the Delight fired its cannon. The approaching pirate ship sent another blast across the bow. It was dark and Master Albert leaned out the hatch door to see if Donegal had cleared the ship. He said, “I can’t see him so he must be on his way.”
Captain Griffith shouted orders at the sailors on the deck, “Load the cannon on the port bow, fire!” A blast from the cannon made the ship lurch and sent smoke across the deck. Pendyne reared and neighed in fright. Master Albert ran to him and yelled to Ahren, “Make him a blindfold out of your shirt boy! We have to calm him down!”
Ahren shouted back, “Aye sir! What happens if we get boarded? What happens to Pendyne?”
Master Albert said, “Don’t ye go worryin’ about that now. We have to get through this first! Now put that blindfold over the horse’s eyes so he can’t see.” Another blast and shouting could be heard over the roar of the cannon.
Captain Griffith shouted, “That will take care of the devil dogs for now. My cargo must be mighty interestin’ enough to that scallywag Lefroy to come up this way just to pick a fight! Up the sails! We will make a run for it! Heave too boys!” The Delight started moving away from the Red Hawk as the wind picked up the sails. Canon balls missed their targets creating a curtain of water spraying the side of the ship.
Master Albert looked bewildered at Ahren and said, “Well, my lad, hope that ship blows a hole in the side so we can jump for it!”
