Today, I am pleased to be hosting a stop on the official blog tour for The Dragon’s Egg by H.B. Bolton. This is the third book in a fun middle grade fantasy. (Be sure to check out all the blog tour stops here!) Check out more about the book below, then scroll down for an excerpt, discussion & international giveaway!
Sure, the glass castle floating over Evan’s head makes him uneasy, but that’s the least of his worries. With each step inside the Dungeon of Dreadful Dreams, he must battle against his worst nightmares. One after the other, wispy smoke-filled bull sharks come at him — he must remember they’re only illusions pulled from his imagination by those dreaded shadowlike hands. If only the vengeful dragon circling above was also an illusion and didn’t have his mind set on destroying the one person who can control him: Emrys.
Inside the castle’s glass tower, Emrys sleeps in an eternal slumber, and Evan’s uncertain whether he can save the great wizard. Especially now that Emrys’ former student, the Lady of the Lake, has joined forces with the cunning immortal Alamaz. Together they have already stolen the Dragon’s Egg, but their greed doesn’t end there. The Siren’s Pearl calls to them, and that means only one thing … Atlantis is in trouble.
Join Evan, Claire, and Dunkle — along with a few other unlikely heroes — as they travel across the realm of Medieval Legends, float through the Ancient Isle of Avalon, plunge inside the Dungeon of Dreadful Dreams, and be there when Atlantis rises once again.
Today, we have an excerpt from the book. Check it out below, then keep scrolling for a great giveaway:
Book Excerpt – Entrance to Avalon
A voice, ever so faint, rose above the jingling bells, and Lady Morgan sang haunting lyrics about the Otherworld.
The lake rumbled and then surged high above them. Waves barreled over Evan’s head and crashed around him. A single angelic face appeared in the tallest wave, followed by another and then another.
The song finished, and a slight smile formed on Lady Morgan’s lips. Without warning, she simply disappeared, taking the magical silver branch with her.
“Whoa, that was intense. I can’t believe —” Evan started to say, when a dozen tiny hands reached for him, dragging him by his ankles toward the lake!
Air filled his lungs, as he gasped for one last breath. Bubbles swarmed him, tickling his skin, as he plunged deeper in the lake. He tried but couldn’t hold back any longer. Laughter burst from his open mouth. Certain he would drown, panic set in. A flower petal drifted by, and he realized there was no water in the lake — only air and a scent that made him giddy. The small hands released him from their vicelike grip. He braced for a severe landing, but to his surprise, bubbles clung to his body. Although the layer of suds obscured his view, he noticed a few floating boulders as he passed by.
He drifted down, down, down, until at last, his feet rested on a bumpy surface. Tiny explosions erupted around him and, as each bubble burst, a delicious gumball-like fragrance streamed out. Evan couldn’t shake the silly grin off his face and wondered why he even cared to. Just then, a misty pink petal landed on his nose. He sneezed, and it drifted toward Claire, who was humorously swatting at the swarming petals. And that was when he noticed his surroundings, and his jaw dropped.
An enormous rock kept Evan, Claire, and Dunkle suspended in the air. Instead of falling into vast nothingness, they bobbed through an array of vibrant clouds. Tethered to the rock, a knot of woven vines connected them to a flourishing island that hovered nearby. Fruit-filled trees surrounded the edges, and farther inland, animals grazed along a grassy hill. A tall rectangular building stood in its center, towering above the fertile landscape. To Evan’s surprise, he recognized the ancient structure from history class: St. Michael’s Tower.
Avalon, also known as the Island of Apples, was considered a bountiful island where grains, grapes, and apple trees grew in abundance, and cows grazed close-clipped grass. The people of Avalon lived in a paradise, and aged to more than one hundred years old. According to ancient myth, Avalon was the meeting place of the dead. For the living, it was a doorway that led into another realm of existence. The Tor was a place where the fairy folk lived and the home of Gwynn ap Nudd, the Lord of the Underworld. Avalon was also home to Morgan le Fay, who was an ancient sorceress and known as a fairy queen; however in most legends, she is simply King Arthur’s sister.
Avalon was the place where King Arthur was taken to recover from his wounds after fighting Mordred at the Battle of Camlann. During that time, water washed right up to the base of Glastonbury Tor, and King Arthur would have been brought there by boat. Around 1190, Avalon became associated with Glastonbury, when monks claimed to have discovered the bones of Arthur and Guinevere.
$25 Gift Card (INT), set of all the books in paperback (US), set of all the books as ebooks (INT)
A magical part of H.B. Bolton’s childhood was being swept into worlds of enchanting characters, fantastical creatures and extraordinary powers—simply by picking up a book. As a mother and a teacher, she was compelled to create imaginary worlds of her own in order to share them, not just with her children, but with all children. H.B. Bolton lives in Florida with her supportive husband and two highly spirited children. Shh, can you keep a secret? Not only does she write books for the young-at-heart, adventurous sort who yearn to dive into a good young-adult fantasy story, she also writes spellbinding, heart pounding women’s fiction. These particular books are written under the name Barbara Brooke, but that’s another story, altogether.
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