About The Author:
A lifetime
resident of the Washington, DC area, K.M. Woodard has always enjoyed the
outdoors and loves to travel. After working 17 years with the MetLife Insurance
Company, she pursued her career as a Federal Law Enforcement Agent with
Homeland Security and has a Masters Degree in Criminology. A true Tolkien fan,
her passion for medieval and ancient times and her personal travel adventures
often inspire ideas for new books. Her active imagination and fascination with
escaping reality to a world of enchantment, mystery and suspense has resulted
in a series of novels sure to delight readers looking for fast-paced adventure
at every twist and turn, interspersed with a smidgen of humor.
Author Links -
www.wizdomandpandora.com
Facebook: https://www.facebook.com/WizdomandPandora
Twitter: @wizdomandpandor
Goodreads member/blog: https://www.goodreads.com/author/show/7380415.K_M_Woodard
Amazon link: http://www.amazon.com/Wizdom-And-Pandora-Quest-Blood/dp/1468538020/ref=sr_1_1?
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Book Genre: Young Adult/Fiction/Fantasy
Publisher: Authorhouse
Release Date: 10/30/2014
Buy Link(s): AMAZON:
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Book Description:
Wizdom
didn't know dragons really existed. He's never ridden a white woolly mammoth or
flown on a griffin. He's never known a real king or a princess or been friends
with a goblin. Wizdom's never seen elves that glow blue all the time. All he's
ever known are his adoptive mother and his aunt Kayden. One day he finds
himself in a secret world, face to face with dragons and fire monsters. He
meets an interesting girl, Pandora, who he learns is no ordinary girl, just as
he is no ordinary boy. Wizdom soon finds himself on a magical journey full of
secrets, sorcery, danger and evil. He fights many fierce battles and faces
certain death as his quest leads him on an adventure like never before as he
discovers his true identity . . . or does he?
Excerpt:
Wizdom stared in awe, unconsciously holding his breath, as he looked up the endless staircase of gleaming black marble before him. The air around him was damp and musty and tickled his nostrils.
Cobwebs hung overhead, dangling high above him from the towering ceiling. Perched at the top of the stairs was a large, golden dragon throne. Sitting on white marble, it was surrounded by statues of goblins, gargoyles and other strange creatures. They all stared back disconcertingly at Wizdom, some with tongues out, others with piercing eyes, bared teeth or pointed ears. The dragon’s head held its mouth agape, as if ready to devour him, revealing a long golden tongue jutting out and sharp pointed teeth. The arms of the throne were created by the front legs of the dragon and the claws made up the feet of the chair.
A huge tail jutted out from the back of the chair and coiled around to the front like a sitting cat. Three spikes on the tail’s end glistened in piercing diamond shards. Giant wings stood out from the dragon’s back, poised for flight, black and shimmering like dark sapphires. Its eyes were large rubies, and its body was sprinkled in faceted jewels.
Two spiraling horns jutted out from its head, over a foot of solid gold, with diamonds on the tips. Held within the horns shone an enormous crimson red stone, casting an eerie glow and dancing shadows over the stone statues surrounding it.
What was this place? Where was he? He dared to move forward, ever so slowly, toward this great altar. His pulse racing, palms sweating, he paused momentarily, staring up at the dragon’s red gleaming eyes.
As he approached the stairs, the dragon’s fiery eyes stared down at him unnervingly, as if it was alive, watching him.
Wizdom wondered about how he had gotten there. How did he get here? He glanced around the great hall surrounding him. Flickering candles, sconces and torches aligned the walls of marbled stone. The ceiling was several stories high and great pillars supported the wooden arches above him. Shadows and darkness surrounded him, except for the faint glow of the iron torches, and the scarlet glow of the jewel radiating from the dragon’s crown jewel. He could feel some sort of power emanating from it as he stood there. It made him feel happy and safe, despite his surroundings.
Suddenly, he saw movement out of the corner of his left eye. He looked quickly, but saw nothing. Turning to scurrying sounds to his right, he still saw nothing but black. Was he imagining things? Because of the obscuring darkness, he could not see very far, only as far as the torches lining the walls. He was only eleven but he was an adventurer and never scared and despite his current situation, he normally loved mysteries and secret places. Unconsciously, his pulse kept racing as the silence crept eerily around him…
