Anthony Lovell
Dinosaurs still roam, Warrior's fight for what is good and a ship that travels between worlds…. Christopher Crowther is eleven
when he first hears of the world Asora. On a day out he meets a man called Jack
Atalas who tells him of this other world. Atalas invites Christopher to stay in
Asora at the Greenhearts school where he would learn how to use a sword and be
educated about Asora.
Christopher agrees and easily convinces his
father to take him to Dover
where he is met by the boy Brock Molp, an older and very eager student of
Greenhearts. They board the Lone Wolf, an old ship captained by a man who hasn’t
shown his face for almost twenty years.
As the ship journeys through a rainbow on
into Asora, Christopher meets Marcus and Fawn who soon become his friends. He
sees creatures that he thought were long extinct. When he arrives at
Greenhearts he meets Barin, Kerrick, Maguna, Master Ortamus and the cruel
Sorophin who tortures the students with his magic.
With his new entertaining friends, patriotic Marcus, daydreamer Fawn, upper class Samuel and head strong Poppy, he soon settles into life the other side of the rainbow. However he
notices that one of the male students has vanished and his teachers are keeping it
quiet. The boy isn’t the last. The only clue as to where the children are going
is a four armed creature called a Levison.
To his shock, Christopher also discovers
the true reason why Atalas invited him to Asora - however Atalas swears him to
secrecy. Christopher agrees though is curious as to why.
Anthony Lovell was born in Wrexham, North Wales. He is the second youngest of five. He lived in
Wrexham until the age of nineteen when he moved to London.
He has had many jobs including factory
work and warehouses. He now works for
the tourism industry.
Crowther’s Fantasy is his first
published work. If you have any questions about the book feel free to e-mail him at tiduslovell@msn.com.
“Marcus,” he
whispered. “Marcus, where are you?”
There was no
response.
“Marcus!” he said, more loudly.
Again, there was
no answer and the fog seemed to be even thicker. It was also getting extremely
cold, and Christopher decided to run in bursts for warmth, stopping to pause so
he could listen. He did this several times, but he heard nothing.
“I’m lost….heeeelp…” he heard, faintly.
But although it
was far away, Christopher was relieved to hear it. He ran about a bit more in
the direction that he thought he heard it, making sure that he did not drop his
sword.
“Hellp…” he heard again.
This time it was
much louder, and Christopher felt confident that he was getting closer to
Marcus. He sprinted faster than he had done all day, then tripped over and
fell. His sword thudded on the ground. The grass was white with frost when he
picked it up. He suddenly heard footsteps, which sounded heavy. He lay on the
frozen ground, scared. The footsteps began to get closer.
CLICK CLICK,
Christopher heard.
It sounded
horrible, like teeth grinding together.
THUMP, THUMP.
