Jerry Owens
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Publication date estimated Spring 2025.
The First Prince of Cambria
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Sons of Brutus
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A HISTORICAL FICTION FANTASY ADVENTURE.
Three brothers, three kingdoms, one country. A story of pain and victory, war and defeat, love and loss, the mystical and magical tell the tale of the next generations of heroes and heroines. The struggle is real for the three sons of Brutus…to rule three kingdoms as one and keep their father’s legacy alive. One son is a scoundrel, one is a reckless hothead, and the youngest may be the only hope the country has to survive.
Which of the brothers wields the Sword of Kings? Which wears the Armor of Aeneas created by the divine? Which carries the celestial Bow and Arrows of Artemis? Who commands the Tanwen?
Invasion, war, tragedy, corruption, civil war, disaster, and treason plague the country as the Kings of Loegria and Albany, and The First Prince of Cambria fight to keep the island kingdom whole. The battle against dark forces spans generations from the three Sons of Brutus and their warrior queens to their heirs, and their descendants.
Take a journey through an ancient world alongside our heroes and heroines as they live and love, fight and die in service to their people and the kingdoms and country they are sworn to lead and protect. Will these descendants of divine warriors triumph or will their fate forever be sealed, the kingdoms lost?
A Secret Lies Within…
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Book # 2 in the "Memories of The First King" Series.
“The First Prince of Cambria, Sons of Brutus.” Copyright © 2022 by Jerry Owens. All rights reserved.
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"Smoke drifted lazily through the cool night air like a ghostly serpent slithering through the forest. The three brothers sat shoulder to shoulder on a carved wooden bench staring into the last few glowing embers of the funeral pyre."
As their wits returned to them all five thousand soldiers began to cheer for Dafydd and stomp their feet in a marching rhythm. The earth shook and the rain stopped. A single beam of sunlight broke through the clouds above, shining down brightly on the event. Dafydd raised his arms and roared at the heavens. He felt stronger somehow, and could still feel the power of the sword coursing through him. Then, as if summoned by the event, two Tanwen appeared high above and circled the mass of soldiers. As they flew around and around the Tanwen screamed their wild calls over and over. The soldiers were worked into a frenzy and began calling out to the flying beasts. The Tanwen shot to earth in a flash and flew low over the heads of the entranced army, rolled and spewed streams of fire skyward, the fire columns crossing then falling harmlessly to the ground. The Tanwen turned abruptly to the north and with a few flaps of their great wings sped away, disappearing over the horizon in mere moments. Silence fell over the army and the soldiers gradually returned to the tasks they were performing before it had all happened. They spoke amongst each other of what they had just seen, each feeling stronger and unafraid.
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Pikes and spears and swords flashed all around him but he cared not, his only concern was his wife. ‘She cannot be dead,’ he screamed inside his head. The battle raged around them as he gently turned her over on her back. Anwen was not breathing. Gorbonian took her by the arms and dragged her to higher ground away from the fray. Kneeling over her he embraced Anwen, her body limp, head lolling to the side, and he closed his arms around her as hard as he could trying to will her back to life. Suddenly,.........
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There he found all his wives and children lined in strict formation anxiously waiting for his return. His gaze went to Galaes, his favorite daughter…nay, his favorite of all his children. She had become an elegant lady since he had last seen her though he still spied the spark of mischief behind her eyes. He smiled and nodded to Galaes, and her face beamed with delight.
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They struck with sword, then spear, turned showing their shields, then spun and struck again. The Silurians whirled around until they were packed against the enemy fighting face to face, spear stabbing upward as they chopped and sliced with sword. To block a blow, they would turn left or right, facing the shield on their back toward the blow, or bend low then push up and strike. They all fought the same, swirling across the battlefield like deadly dancers.
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The earth trembled as Gaithelus and his massive army approached. Gorbonian and Albon could not yet see them, but they could hear the deep rhythmic sound of thousands of soldiers marching. As the enemy grew closer, they could feel the vibrations, and the trees began to sway as if a colossal creature were advancing. Their muscles were tight, jaws clenched in anticipation of the coming battle.
“I feel fire in my blood, brother,” Gorbonian seethed.
“As do I. My skin stings like a thousand cuts,” Albon responded.
“We are ready,” Gorbonian grunted.
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His mount began to stomp and paw at the ground, snorting and tossing its head side to side. Corineus stopped and spoke calmly to the animal, while gently rubbing its nose. The horse settled, and he moved closer to the stone circle. He stopped before the outer ring of massive stones and took a deep breath. Time seemed to have slowed to a crawl.
