Wizardream Book One - Chatfield, Bruce
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Maradass the Mad is dead. Maradass the Evil takes his place. Black dogs, hunt the land, corrupted stone-men march under the banner of the dog skull, and a poison spreads from the Broken Lands, threatening the Regions. Can Kerran, a youth from the Dreadim Forest, Findas, an outcast son of a nobleman, and, Tris, a girl and a thief who has learned to live by her wits, unlock the secrets of the Seacrest and save the Regions? " Soon the others could smell it too, a musty canine smell; then they heard the sound of padded feet, coming at a fast run. The moon was high and bright and the road stood out…mehr

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Maradass the Mad is dead. Maradass the Evil takes his place. Black dogs, hunt the land, corrupted stone-men march under the banner of the dog skull, and a poison spreads from the Broken Lands, threatening the Regions. Can Kerran, a youth from the Dreadim Forest, Findas, an outcast son of a nobleman, and, Tris, a girl and a thief who has learned to live by her wits, unlock the secrets of the Seacrest and save the Regions? " Soon the others could smell it too, a musty canine smell; then they heard the sound of padded feet, coming at a fast run. The moon was high and bright and the road stood out against the darkness. A black mass of moving bodies appeared where the road began its ascent. The large dogs, perhaps ten or twelve of them, became distinguishable from each other, their blue flamed eyes flickering as they ran. Behind them rode two men on horseback. They were armoured and cloaked in black, the white skull of a dog showing as the emblem on their tunics."
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Bruce Chatfield is an author, builder, painter, musician, world traveller, and follower of the teachings of the Buddha. Born on the shores of the Whangaroa Harbour in the far north of New Zealand, he was the quiet one, forever drawing, creating games, and going on mysterious travels in the bush across the road. In his, thirties after great personal tragedy, Bruce chose a life on the road and a path of meditation. Supported by his skills as a mural artist, sign writer, singer, and builder, he travelled widely across Australia, North and Central America, Europe, Southeast Asia and India, spending years in monasteries and other sanctuaries. Bruce hand wrote his novels in battered journals while on the road. Once memorably writing 14,000 words a day, ensconced at his table at the Garden Restaurant in the town of Puri, Orissa, India. He eventually settled after returning to New Zealand, finding peace and rest at Bodhinyanarama Buddhist Monastery in Stokes valley near Wellington. Bruce passed away shortly before this book went to print.