Castles and Caverns

Zeld has never done anything grand with his life, like fighting a dragon or riding on a cloud to save the king. In an age of magic and mystical creatures his life is about to change. You see, Zeld's father was murdered and his family forced into exile. Now that he is of age, he will be returning to his homeland and enrolling in the Castles and Caverns School of Knighthood. The Hess family, who murdered Zeld's father and captured the de Saxon castle, has long awaited Zeld's return and are only too glad to greet him with innocent smiles on their faces and sharpened daggers behind their backs. Will the rules of chivalry protect him long enough to be able to reclaim his birthright? Will he be able to rebuild the de Saxon alliance? Or will his family be destroyed before he has begun his valiant quest? About the Author. First of all let me apologize for the fifty years war, the hundred years war and the Irish potato famine, all of which are entirely my fault! Second, I want everyone to know that I did not start the crusades, but I was a youngster at the time, under 200, and naturally being so young I made my share of mistakes. Let me explain, my name isn't really J.D. Raisor. In fact, I am Zeldain de Saxon born June 11th 1215. I had a slight mishap and accidentally swallowed my dragon heart amulet. This of course began an irreversible extension of my life for 1000 years. Castles and Caverns is the story of my boyhood. Disclaimer One morning we arrived for work at Shumway Publishing and found the manuscript for Castles and Caverns Zeld and the Invaders lying just inside the door. How it found its way inside the door is still a mystery. The manuscript had the preceding note attached and we thought under the circumstances we should share it with our readers. Actually, J.D. Raisor is a rather normal guy except when you ask him a history question, then he seems to know way too much!

Joined by his brother, Wolfgang, Hammer the magical mountain sprite, and loads of new mates. Zeld's life takes more twists than a gnarly looking spun-hay rope. He finds himself crossing swords and wits with a new rival, Fielding the pirate prince, and his band of cutthroats who Godfrey of Hesse left in command. While the pirates keep watch over the castle Hesse plans to retreat to Germany, collect new farmers, storekeepers, and soldiers. He also begins the lengthy process of rebuilding his army. Cunning as a fox, Fielding uses his magical amulets to stay one step ahead of the game in his attempt to best Zeld and keep the de Saxon castle in the possession of Godfrey of Hess. Aided by a magical growth formula, Fielding takes unfair advantage and creates a disaster so big it makes the story of the giant chickens of Barnstaple pale in significance. Will Zeld and company best him? Will Fielding be able to hold out until Godfrey returns with reinforcements? Or will Zeld somehow find the magic words to make his plans come together. and precisely what are these mysterious jouneys King Henry and Father Ulrich conjured up for the schoolboys at the end of the year? Nothing is as it seems in Castles and Caverns II Zeld and the Pirate Prince. About the Author The story of my boyhood continues in Castles and Caverns II Zeld and the Pirate Prince. The summer I turned thirteen, way back in 1228, was grand. Well, not everything was grand; the crash landings really hurt, thank goodness for my healing amulet, and there was the pirate prince who wanted me dead more than anything he had ever wanted in his entirely wicked life. The constant battling with Fielding's scurvy knaves for me castle wasn't so grand either. Now, the explosion was fabulous! Hang on, it's not like it sounds. You see when something needs blown up; I personally recommend dragon bone powder, that's all. I also had the good fortune, back then, to be allies with the finest men in all the world, including, King Henry III, Robin Hood, the McMarr's of Scotland, and many more. Of course there was no shortage of invaders and pirates at large who needed dealt with properly and that became the business of the day. At the end of the school year I went on me first holy pilgrimage and placed an enormous tombstone in the shape of a white cross marking King Arthur's and Queen Guinevere's graves. Placing the marker was not all I did; you'll have to read the book to discover the rest. Hang on; since it's already in your hands you might as well get started.