How I imagine Mr. Covingham appears
Five-year-old Zooey’s eyes fluttered. She felt especially warm and cozy wrapped up in all of these blankets in front of Gerliliam’s fireplace. She opened her eyes just long enough to see that her four siblings were still sleeping all around her and that made her feel safe. The fire was the only light in the room, and since the dragon lived under a tree, she couldn’t tell if it was still dark outside.
Then she felt something moving against her arm and a small head protruded from the covers.
“Mr. Covingham,” she whispered not wanting to wake the others. “I thought you’d gone home.”
She had only met the blue and orange striped garter snake last night, but already she felt like they were really good friends.
“I intended to Zooey, but it was still so cold and rainy out. You know how we snakes don’t do well in the cold.”
“I’m glad you decided to stay. I wanted to get to know you better.”
from “The Hobbit” (2012)
The 30th Story in the Adventures of the Ambrosial Dragon: A Children’s Fantasy Series
The living stuffed animals were beginning to stir. If Buddy didn’t do something soon, they’d wake up to find Landon gone. They’d go looking for him which would let Gramps and Daddy-o know Landon was gone, too.
The Ambrosial Dragon had been looking into the Soul Coin through the eight-year-old boy’s magic amulet which was shaped like a tiny railroad lantern from the past century. He could see everything that was happening to the child who was trapped inside the mysterious metal disk. Now he had an idea how to save him and maybe the entire multi-verse.
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The 29th Story in the Adventures of the Ambrosial Dragon: A Children’s Fantasy Series
“How far do we have to walk, Gerlilanum?”
To eight-year-old Landon, it seemed like he, the dragon, and the donkey had been walking for days, but it couldn’t have been more than a few hours…or could it?
The old dragon was still leading the way through the forest, but instead of the uneven but basically level ground the boy had been used to, they were now starting to go up a long hill.
Gerlilanum turned his head back toward the child but kept walking. “We are heading for the center of the multi-verse, you know. It’s not like it’s around the corner or anything.”
“But isn’t that like light-years away or something? We’d either need a spaceship or magic to get there. Can’t you fly?”
The 28th Story in the Adventures of the Ambrosial Dragon: A Children’s Fantasy Series
It was a Saturday morning and Landon wanted to sleep in, but his bladder was arguing with him and as usual, it won.
While everyone was asleep including Buddy, Landon got up to use the bathroom. After he finished, he washed his hands. The palm of his right hand was tingling so he looked at it. For a second, he saw the symbol of a dragon’s head glowing there and then it disappeared.
He returned to his room, opened the top drawer of his dresser, and pulled out the Soul Coin he had gotten in China from underneath his jeans. It felt a little heavier. Something was still inside.
It had been raining outside and the sky was covered with dark clouds making it seem as black as night, even though the Sun was slowly beginning to rise in the East.
From the 2012 film “Wrath of the Titans”
The 25th Story in the Adventures of the Ambrosial Dragon: A Children’s Fantasy Series
“What?” Landon was surprised to still be alive. Somehow, when he heard the coin in his head say it was hungry, he thought it was hungry for him and that in some magical way, he was being eaten.
He sat up and looked around. It was darker than night. He was on an island on a plateau near the highest point.
The sky was black. The water all around the island was black. The island itself was made out of black rocks and dirt. Worst of all, he knew where he was. He’d been here before.
“The island on the River Styx, the River of Death.”
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The 24th Story in the Adventures of the Ambrosial Dragon: A Children’s Fantasy Series
Eight-year-old Landon was freezing, clinging to an icy mountain peak high in the Kunlun mountains in central China. Something had gone wrong with his plan to “piggy back” onto Yao Jin’s and Buddy’s teleportation spell. They had materialized inside the Sanctuary of an ancient mystic known as the Nameless One, while the child had come back into being over a mile away and hundreds of meters higher.
Buddy instantly sensed Landon’s presence and that he was once again in mortal danger. One rapid spell later and he had shot through the walls of the Sanctuary as if he was smoke and then was rocketing across the skies to save his best friend. Buddy felt like his heart was breaking inside. Landon and his family had been Buddy’s family for the past year, and as much as he tried to protect the boy, it seemed like he was always putting him in danger, even when he didn’t mean to. His wings were beating so fast that they were a blur. In an instant, the dragon found Landon.
The child had just fallen unconscious. He let go of the mountain peak and started tumbling down its steep side. As Landon passed out, he thought he’d landed on something.
Kunlun Mountains – Xianjiang, China
The 23nd Story in the Adventures of the Ambrosial Dragon: A Children’s Fantasy Series
Landon woke up and looked around. He was in the field behind Grandpa’s house. He could see Grandpa running toward him right now. On his left was Yao Jin, still unconscious. She was wearing some sort of black top and regular jeans and the boy couldn’t see any sign of her sword. On this right was…”Buddy!”
The Ambrosial Dragon was just waking up and he looked like Buddy again. Landon grabbed him and gave him a great big hug.
“Huh…what…what’s happening. Buddy groggy.”
“I love you so much, Buddy. I really missed you.”
“Yup. I love you but been with you all along.”
Buddy looked and even sounded like himself again.
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The 22nd Story in the Adventures of the Ambrosial Dragon: A Children’s Fantasy Series
Clayton, Yao Jin, Landon, Mitchell, and Illanipi were trapped in a narrow canyon which was blocked at both ends by black clad gunmen, all firing their six-shooters at our heroes. Landon’s lantern amulet was shining a bright white light under his shirt indicating great danger.
Jake “the Magician” Mitchell turned his horse sideways, whipped out twin Colts at lightning speed and started firing a seemingly endless number of rounds in both directions.
Only Illanipi was totally calm throughout the battle. The trio from the future were ducking, even Clayton, a dragon disguised as a man, since he, the sorceress, and the eight-year-old boy were in between the gunslinger and his targets.
The Eighteenth Story in the Adventures of the Ambrosial Dragon: A Children’s Fantasy Series
Yao Jin stood on the rocky shore of a nameless island on the River Styx facing the demon. Her sword Demonslayer was drawn and at the ready, and she was desperate to see if the blade would live up to its name.
Demonslayer was a gift from her Grandfather Xun Qin, the most powerful sorcerer in the East for the past twenty generations, and he said it was the sister sword of Stormbringer the soul drinker, both having been forged in the furnaces of Arioch, Lord of Chaos and Duke of Hell.
As the young magician raised her blade, she could feel it vibrate in her hands and it moaned and wailed like a wraith in torment.
“Let me pass demon or I’ll send you back to Hell in pieces!”
From the 2012 film “Wrath of the Titans”
The Seventeenth Story in the Adventures of the Ambrosial Dragon: A Children’s Fantasy Series
“My name is Yao Jin and I need to speak to your grandson. It is an urgent manner.”
The Chinese woman at the door spoke English formally, like someone who had learned it from a textbook, but her tone, facial expression, and body language told Grandpa she was terrified and desperate. On top of all that, she was dressed in a simple but full length cloak, which was odd clothing for a warm summer afternoon.
“Well of course you can come in, but why do you need to speak to my grandson?”