Beyond This Point There Be Ogres

By Robert Bresloff

The last thing Salvi had expected was for his retirement to come to an end. The last of the great dragon slayers, Salvi believed that he had killed his last dragon. The ex-dragon slayer had settled into a boring, though much safer life running his wife’s pub called The Dragon Inn. Now his days were filled with telling tall tales of how he had saved Owain, his beloved Robyn and Cymru fromthe horrible dragon Darg. It had been many years since this last adventure and ten years since last seeing his young friend Owain, who had returned, once again, to seek Salvi's help. But this time it wasn't dragons that threatened the kingdom of Cymru, but the vicious ogres of the forest.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Volume Edizioni
• Release date: Jun 10, 2016
• ISBN: 9789492488091

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Beyond This Point There Be Ogres

by Robert Bresloff

ALFAR 

Sci-fi & Fantasy Serie

n. 6

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First published : May 2016

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Beyond This Point There Be Ogres

By Robert Bresloff

The sun shone brightly over the resting treetops, the only sound, a small bird chirped sadly in flight from tree to tree. A sole figure stood uncomfortably still, head bent over chin resting on his barrel chest. His swollen hand opened slowly dropping a small bouquet onto the fresh mound of dirt. He sighed and ran knurled finger along his gray beard thoughtfully enjoying the silence. Suddenly, there came the rattle and clatter of something crashing through the bushes behind. He never turned. Lifting his chin from his chest, he said:

Well, Owain, it’s been a long time. The intruder picked himself up from the ground wiping leaves and such from his sleeves. How did you know it was me, Salvi? he inquired. Nobody makes an entrance like you, kid! As Owain approached Salvi, he quickly noticed the gravestone that lie in front of his

friend. Oh... he said. ... I am sorry, Salvi. Salvi nodded. Owain detected a tiny smile on the man’s face. Yeah, just the other day. I didn’t know— How did you... Salvi paused, finally turning his head in Owain’s direction. Know you were here? They told me at the Dragon Inn— What! Salvi’s gray skin flushed with anger. Who told you? I locked the place up... Gnome... large wart on his nose.

Why that good for nothing, Bump! Salvi clapped his hands together. I told him to keep the inn closed... He turned on Owain and growled, So, what are you doing here?

Why I came to see you.

Really!