Wurm's Blood Now Available On Amazon

Wurm's Blood:

Ancient tales speak of the fate of those whom partake of The Wurm become invincible in battle and are granted flesh that does not age. However, The Ancient Legends hold dark truths hidden within them which few suspect The Curse in The Wurm's Blood.:

The story of Rambert, Eldgrim, and Dagmar is now available on the Kindle; which I've posted some samples of the Rough Draft up previously on here.

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Wurm's Blood On Amazon

SAMPLE:

     Rambert's spear whistled through the air as it pierced the right eye of the wurm. He swiftly dodged the thunderous strike of the wurm's tail, and quick as his sore and tired limbs allowed he clambered up the back of a massive boulder. The slickness of the wet moss nearly caused him to slip before his hurting fingers again found purchase on the boulder. He had hoped the boisterous crashing of the waterfall would mask the sound of his movements. The Wurm's long neck wildly thrashed about until it had broken Rambert’s spear so that only part of it remained lodged in it's bleeding right eye.

     Once perched upon the top of the massive boulder Rambert had in a single swift motion leaped from the boulder while he drew forth his sword. Skill and luck upon his side he had managed to land upon the angrily thrashing wurm's scaly haunches. Fire spouted from the wingless beast as smoke and steam raised up from the river and its bank wherever the wurm's lethal breath blasted.

     Rambert clung desperately to the beast’s back as he climbed the wurm's neck towards its shaking serpentine head. His sword thrusted deep into the beast's left eye, sending it into a murderous frenzy. The scaly beast had began to thrash even more savagely as Rambert desperately clung to his blade, still stabbed deeply into the very back of the beast's eye socket. He found himself grunting and groaning as his body was battered against river boulders. After the third smack into the rocks he lost his grip and fell to the ground with a soft splash as he landed in the shallows.

    Both his armor and body had been battered to the point of uselessness as he drew forth his dagger, but it fell from his grasp as he had to quickly roll out of the way of the wurm’s deadly breath. He rolled and ducked out of the way of the lashing tail, gnashing teeth, stomping clawed feet, and fiery breath. His hands clasped his dagger once more as he had found himself in the shallows of the river. Gripped tightly onto his dagger as to not be parted with it again, Rambert rolled until he found himself directly beneath the massive chest of the wurm. Savagely and repeatedly he had thrust his dagger upward into the beast's chest like the story of the elf king of old until he broke both dagger and the scales covering its heart.