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BOD Final

Haunted by his past. Hunted in the present. Uncertain what is real.

Athson has seen things that aren’t there and suffered fits since being tragically orphaned as a child at the hands of trolls and Corgren the wizard. When a strange will mentioning a mysterious bow comes into his possession, he’s not sure it’s real. But the trolls that soon pursue him are all too real and dangerous. And what’s worse, these raiders serve Corgren and his master, the hidden dragon, Magdronu, who are responsible for the destruction of his childhood home. Athson is drawn into a quest for the concealed Bow of Hart by the mystic Withling, Hastra, but Athson isn’t always sure what’s real and who his enemies are. With Corgren and Magdronu involved, Athson must face not only frequent danger but his grasp on reality and the reasons behind his tragic past.


The Bow of Destiny is, at its heart, an adventure quest to find a special bow. Where is it? Who has it? Why is truly special? Is the main character meant to possess it and, if so, to what end?

Few people know anything certain about the bow. The Lost Bow Tour leads you on the path to begin finding out all the secrets that lie in The Bow of Destiny. The world of Denaria is open to everyone to begin discovering answers to the questions and enjoy the adventure of this fantasy quest.


The Well of the Trolls

I see you made it through that cold night! Good for you! I don’t see any sign of frost-bite, if you’re worried about that…

Today, I thought we’d skip ahead – way ahead. Are you one of those people who like rides that spin, or go dark at times, leaving you off-balance? Well, today you get to have a really head-spinning experience. And all without leaving your feet – I hope…

You are at the mouth of a cave the leads away into darkness. Nearby, there’s someone with a sword out, holding it up in front of him. A smoky haze parts around the sword leaving you in a pocket of clear air.

Here, put these on too. Sorry for the smell, it is troll clothing but you’ll need it later – just in case…

The square-jawed fellow – that’s Athson – turns and starts walking into the cave. Since you’re still dithering about wearing that troll clothing you’re not ready and the clear pocket moves on without you.

Suddenly, your head spins so badly you want to fall over and you feel nauseous – just like you’ve been spinning too long in an amusement ride, except this one isn’t ending. It’s time to go!

You stumble after Athson, realizing others have followed him and they are also dressed like trolls – smelly skins and rough leather. You gasp when you make your way back into the pocket of clear air the sword affords you and the others. You head stops spinning and you put the troll clothing on while walking.

The dwarves in the group are holding torches but these give little light in the murk floating around you. But you can see faint images of stalagmites and stalactites or other rock formations and realize this is a very large cave.

Athson stops and peers at hole where all the murky haze boils into the cave. A black-bearded dwarf steps forward and points, “That’s it, the well. There are steps leading down.”

You don’t see a step and swallow hard, realizing if you miss a step in that you will fall.

Athson and Makwi poke around and find the first step. Athson goes first, holding the sword down to part the sickening smoke. You are momentarily left out of the pocket of clear air again and almost fall over. You edge forward out of the haze beside Makwi and ask, “What’s with the sword and this smoke?”

The dwarf points to the first step. “All this is a spell of some sort that Corgren’s using to keep anyone out but his trolls. Follow Athson and stay in the clear area his blessed sword gives us. Stay close to him. There aren’t any rails and it’s a long way down. You don’t want to be in that spell.”

You swallow hard and fallow Athson. Your feet scrape on the grit of the steps that curl in and out of the side of this “well” like a corkscrew. The stairwell isn’t too narrow but keeping your balance is still important.

Athson turns back as the stair leads the rock face via an arch. “Careful, I have to hold the sword lower to see the way.” He turns back and keeps going.

Yes, this is crazy. But you keep moving back into open space where there’s darkness only feet from the torches Makwi and a few of the others carry. You follow down numerous levels, sweating, legs burning and trying not to lose your balance.

Then you decide to do what you really shouldn’t – stop and look into the blackness. You’ve put your head into the smoky spell. You feel like you’ve been hit by a hammer and knocked silly, like you’ve been on a spinning ride far too long. You start to fall, your feet slipping on the gritty steps.

A firm hand grabs you and pulls you back into the pocket behind Athson’s sword. Makwi grabs your shoulders from behind as your head clears. “Easy now, don’t look down!”

You thank the dwarf and hustle after Athson, who’s paused a moment for you. I know, now you’re wondering just how far this stair goes and how far the well drops. Your head spins at the thought, even in the spell-less pocket behind the sword. It feels like forever and you imagine you’re in an endless descent into dark nothingness. You keep going, finally turning around to back down the stairs using your hands and feet. Several more times you almost fall when you get outside the protection of Athson’s blessed sword but with Makwi’s help you manage not to fall and reach the bottom of the stair well.

You ok? Yes, that’s not exactly a ride – more of hike through fumes that leave your head spinning and your stomach flopping. But you made it with the others and now you know what it’s really like on this part of the adventure. You really could have fallen to your death on those stairs. I probably should have made you a badge like what a boy scout gets.

Let’s just pause here and we’ll continue tomorrow. Yes, this has gotten a little more like being on a vacation where you dress the part – like a dude ranch or something. But the adventures are really dangerous if you are there. Thanks for making the descent today. I’ll see you tomorrow!

Where You Can Get It

Book 1 of The Bow of Hart Saga: The Bow of Destiny can be found at these online retailers: Barnes & Noble, Kobo, iBooks, Amazon – Kindle & Smashwords. See the book trailer.


About the Author

P. H. Solomon lives in the greater Birmingham, AL area where he strongly dislikes yard work and sanding the deck rail. However, he performs these duties to maintain a nice home for his loved ones as well as the family’s German Shepherds. In his spare time, P. H. rides herd as a Computer Whisperer on large computers called servers (harmonica not required). Additionally, he enjoys reading, running, most sports and fantasy football. Having a degree in Anthropology, he also has a wide array of more “serious” interests in addition to working regularly to hone his writing. The Bow of Destiny is his first novel-length title with more soon to come.


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