Autumn signals to me a time of crafting and cooking; a time when I'll be home-bound now through late spring. Although I love autumn, my health is worse and I'm cold sensitive. I find this strange since I grew up in the northeast corner of Ohio where winter weather is extreme and I had no problems then.
So, starting today, as a gift to you, I'll be posting a recipe or a craft with my book excerpts. If you follow one or more of my blogs and/or follow me on Facebook plus comment on the excerpt, I'll be doing some drawing prizes later on. Details to follow in another blog.
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The past three years I've been working on the sequel to 'The Lone Hero'
In the sequel 'Laurence of Dragon Fame' Einarr is called on another mission, this time to Earth. It's the 13th century and christianity has taken hold. The church has issued an order for the death of all dragons. Einarr must help get the dragons safely back to Aberforth.
ExcerptFrom the 'The Lone Hero.'
How the war started:
“There’s a weird clump in this ground,” said Mehu as he felt around the ground where he had slept. “We found a dragon’s egg! Notice the light brown color with spots all over it?”
“Maybe that’s how you get a dragon. You have to find an egg.”
“What luck. We’ll raise it then we’ll teach it to take us everywhere.”
The boys struggled to push it up onto the sand.
“It’s huge and heavy,” said Akimo. “How will we get it down?”
“Don’t be dumb. We’ll just slide it.”
They scooped out a pathway to the ledge. With their combined strength, they maneuvered the heavy egg into position and gave it a shove. It rolled rapidly. The boys chased it but when it hit the bottom it cracked open.
Loud squeals erupted as the imperfectly formed draecub struggled to live. It collapsed partly out of its egg; half of its body still adhered inside. The boys tried to soothe it patting its head.
“It’s still hooked to its bed.” Mehu realized if they forced it out it would surely die. “We need Mamma. She delivers babies so she’ll know what to do.”
They tugged at the broken egg but it barely moved so they talked soothingly to the draecub instead. Still it shrieked, each scream an effort until it scarcely whimpered, struggling for each breath. Finally, it flopped forward, silent.
“I think it’s sleeping,” said Mehu.
That’s when they heard the resonant screeching from above and an immense tan dragon alighted. When she examined her lifeless draecub, she turned on the boys and cawed and hissed viciously. They deliberately walked backwards but she grabbed them with her front claws and flew.
Now, as promised a recipe. I found this delightful Halloween recipe at: food.com
You need oil for frying, 4 russet potatoes, and salt.
- Heat the oil to 325 degrees in a deep fryer or large heavy, deep skillet. Peel the potatoes and slice lengthwise into 1/4 inch thick slices.
- Cut the potato slices into bat shapes with a cookie cutter. Pat the slices dry with a paper towel.
- Fry the slices in small batches until cooked through but not brown. Remove from the fat and let drain on the paper towels.
- Increase the temperature of the oil to 375 degrees and refry the potatoes in small batches until brown and crispy.
- Drain again on paper towels, salt, and serve hot.
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