Bloody Dirt

Dirt, Series 1

Book 2
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It would have been so easy to forget everything that had happened, find a quiet, out of the way place to go and live and enjoy life just as it was, but for Pree and Farthing that is simply not an option.

When they return to The Prelates, idealism flowing through their veins, they find themselves embroiled in a war that will span a continent.

In the sequel to Dirt, the truth behind the ambitions of Tekkinmod and the people in the far west are revealed and Johnson Farthing will rely on the knowledge and friendship of incredible people, humans and dragons, as he and Pree build an army.

Through the blood and terror of war, this is still a tale of the heart; a story of passion, love, and the strength found in bonds of friendship.

“I don’t know what you are up to, magician, but I take exception to my island being used as the base for one of your wild political missions.” Bren-Diath sat in one of the small sunken seating areas of the Catre Sarad, halfway up Taken Mountain in front of the Neuath.
“It is not strictly speaking your island, Bren-Diath; actually not your island at all! The mountain is claimed by just about everyone and dragons don’t even go down to the town.”
“It is too small and quaint; I wouldn’t fit.”
“That is not the reason, old man!”
“Last I checked you were older than me, and I am not a man, Eafa of Tepid Lakes.”
“Well, you look your age.” Weasel frowned. This conversation had been repeated in one way or another for a week, though on the upside, at least the huge ice dragon had stopped referring to Weasel in any dietary context, not that dragons actually ate humans. Bren-Diath stretched and looked around the vast Cartre Sarad, the Place of Speech that was cut into the side of the mountain. It was busier than it had been for centuries, mostly because of an influx of Sea Dragons from Bind in the last couple of months looking for new places to live.
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Pronoun
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Jan 20, 2017
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708
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9781508051831
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English
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Fiction / Fantasy / General
Juvenile Fiction / Science Fiction
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CC Hogan
If Johnson Farthing thought that life as poor cart pusher in the coastal town of Wead-Wodder was going to be his lot in life, then he was about to get a rude surprise, and not necessarily a good one.

Once it becomes clear that his beautiful younger sister has been kidnapped along with the daughter of the Prelate, his life is turned on its head. Farthing has to rush across a vast ocean and a huge continent carried by an incredible Sea Dragon and accompanied by a strange magician if he has even a chance to save his sister Rustina.

And very strangely, neither the rich Prelate nor his chief of police seem keen to even lift a finger.

Dirt, the first book in a huge, continent spanning saga where dragons are an intelligent, cultured people, magicians cannot destroy mountains with a magic wand, and the heroes have no wish to become tyrannical kings and queens.

But through all the dramatic events, the battles of life and death, Dirt is a place of humour, love and ultimately, the quest to find a home.

“I told Truk you would be slacking off the minute he turned his back,” shouted the old fool, Barkles, who sold greasy vegetable pasties from a dusty stall on the corner. “Young people can’t be trusted, I told him. I was right too.”
“Shut your face, Barkles,” Johnson shouted back as he grabbed his coat from his hand cart and put it around his shoulders to ward off a faint chill in the sea breeze. “I have been down that hole every day non-stop for nine days, and you know it too, since you have been feeding me your disgusting pies for most of them.”
“Pastries, slacker. Not Pies; Pastries.”
“I thought pastries were just posh pies?”
“Can be.”
“Well, yours ain’t posh. So they are definitely just pies.”
“Ain’t seen you complaining!”
Book 1
Girls of Dirt includes a recap of series one

It is five hundred years since the end of the great wars and Pree and Farthing’s hopes of a new world are in tatters. The dragons are nothing more than children’s tales, the population of Dirt is smaller, tiny countries are ruled by greedy kings and humans are poorer and struggling.

On the Isle of Hope, the weather is warm, the life is good and Silvi Farthing, the seventeen-year-old descendant of Johnson and Mistry, is making cheese and keeping goats.

But her little dream of independence is about to be turned upside down by her misogynistic and violent brothers, and she is not convinced that her rescuer is not actually worse!

So begins a new chapter in the saga of Dirt as humans and dragons once again join forces to battle those who would destroy them.

“Get out!” Silvi screamed, the fear making her voice shrill. In a panic, she turned and bolted into the gloom, splashing through the stream and out on to the scrub.
“After her!” Ike shouted, and the two men raced after the girl, evil etched on their drunken faces. The scrub was rough and Silvi ran only fifty paces in the growing darkness before she slipped and skidded across the ground, scraping her face.
“We got her, bro!” Ike shouted, staggering and giggling. “Quick, grab her hands and feet!”
“Leave her!” The voice boomed from the dark sky above the two men, and they slid to a halt.
“What was that?” Den shouted, spinning around and trying to shake the drunken fog from his head. A huge shadowy ghost appeared over the girl.
“I said leave her be!” The apparition lowered its head to the level of the men and drew two long, sharpened spears from its shoulders. “Leave or die. Your choice.”
“Den, let’s get out of here!”
“What is it?”
“I don’t care! Ghost or something!” Ike was scared and very drunk. The shadowy beast raised its head and roared, the terrifying sound echoing over the scrub. Den and Ike turned and ran, slipping and tripping and sliding over the rough ground, splashing through the stream, and then, grabbing their horses, galloped away along the path.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” Silvi said, her voice shaking with fear.
“Why would I do that?” The apparition sounded surprised.
“I don’t know! I don’t know what you are!” Silvi was curled into a ball between the huge, taloned feet.
“Oh. No, sorry, you wouldn’t, would you.” The massive, shadowy creature chuckled quietly and then spoke gently. “My name is Be-Elin, girl, and I’m a dragon.”
Book 4
The fantastic sequel to series one of the high fantasy Dirt. Includes the short story Mistry’s Tale, the prelude to Dirt, Series 2.

Deoram Ham is a beautiful little village in the far south of Bind, a peaceful, simple community perfect for dragon riders who miss the dragons and want to live a life far from the wars they fought.

It is not to last, and as new threats emerge, fighting is not now an option; the only solution is to escape to the beautiful island of Hope.

Johnson Farthing, the former general and now farmer, has no choice but to travel north once more to find a boat.

Farthing put his hand up for them to stop.
“What is it?” Silvi whispered. She had started riding next to him in the last hour as she slowly recovered from her embarrassment and fear.
“Over there,” he said, pointing. “Those are deer.”
“They are very small!”
“Scrubland Deer,” Seb said quietly, riding up on the other side of the girl. “Go on, Silvi. I have seen you get a small boar with your bow. You can get one of those. They make great eating.”
“You think?” She looked nervously at the two men, both of whom for different reasons she felt she must impress.
“I think you should try,” Farthing said. “Get down so you are stable, I will hold your horse.”
“What if I miss?”
“Then it is beans again.”
Silvi concentrated, trying to ignore her audience of two men and six horses as she nocked the hunting arrow and pulled the string back. She took a slow breath as she brushed her cheek with the string. “Come on Silvi,” she said to herself. “He is watching, you can do this, you know you can.” Feeling her mouth going dry she aimed at the lower chest of the deer standing closest to her and let fly.
Book 2
In the hills above Meressa, on the southern coast of Preland and in the ruined town of Ponack, dragons are now returning and setting up small, optimistic communities.

Mistry must now work to put the rest of her centuries-old plan into action, but nothing can happen until they find the descendant of the Cwendrina.
But while Silvi and Ferret travel across Preland with Be-Elin and Mab-Abin, two old enemies are rising across the Yonder Sea in Bind.

Whether or not they are successful in their search, they will have to confront the warring Keffra-See and the memory of the Haftens.

For Silvi Farthing, it will mean a trial by war that will tear her soul in two.
The saga continues with Dragons of Dirt.

“I couldn’t stop them, Silvi. I tried. Gods, I tried!” The man started to shake, and Silvi put a hand on his shoulder.
“Where is Sen-de-Yevena?” she growled.
“I don’t know. He charged in with the elders.”
Silvi marched across the bloody desert. Around her were hundreds of dead. Horses, Keffra horsemen, nomad archers, old women, teenage boys, young girls, even dragons. When they counted later, as they always did, of the three hundred archers, only fifty remained alive, all injured. Forty dragons were found dead, hacked to pieces. Thirty riders and soldiers were dead, and most of the rest had injuries. All two thousand Keffra and many of their horses were dead. And finally, nine hundred of the Fo tribespeople had died. Many, too many, were children.
Silvi dragged Sen-de-Yevena to his feet. He had a vicious cut down his side and cuts to his arms and face, but she didn’t care. She pulled him across the sand and pushed him to his knees in front of the corpse of a young boy. He had been trampled to death, his body broken and twisted, and on his face, his dead face with open eyes, was a look of abject fear.
“That is not honour!” she shouted. “Are you listening? That is not honour!”
Book 1
Girls of Dirt includes a recap of series one

It is five hundred years since the end of the great wars and Pree and Farthing’s hopes of a new world are in tatters. The dragons are nothing more than children’s tales, the population of Dirt is smaller, tiny countries are ruled by greedy kings and humans are poorer and struggling.

On the Isle of Hope, the weather is warm, the life is good and Silvi Farthing, the seventeen-year-old descendant of Johnson and Mistry, is making cheese and keeping goats.

But her little dream of independence is about to be turned upside down by her misogynistic and violent brothers, and she is not convinced that her rescuer is not actually worse!

So begins a new chapter in the saga of Dirt as humans and dragons once again join forces to battle those who would destroy them.

“Get out!” Silvi screamed, the fear making her voice shrill. In a panic, she turned and bolted into the gloom, splashing through the stream and out on to the scrub.
“After her!” Ike shouted, and the two men raced after the girl, evil etched on their drunken faces. The scrub was rough and Silvi ran only fifty paces in the growing darkness before she slipped and skidded across the ground, scraping her face.
“We got her, bro!” Ike shouted, staggering and giggling. “Quick, grab her hands and feet!”
“Leave her!” The voice boomed from the dark sky above the two men, and they slid to a halt.
“What was that?” Den shouted, spinning around and trying to shake the drunken fog from his head. A huge shadowy ghost appeared over the girl.
“I said leave her be!” The apparition lowered its head to the level of the men and drew two long, sharpened spears from its shoulders. “Leave or die. Your choice.”
“Den, let’s get out of here!”
“What is it?”
“I don’t care! Ghost or something!” Ike was scared and very drunk. The shadowy beast raised its head and roared, the terrifying sound echoing over the scrub. Den and Ike turned and ran, slipping and tripping and sliding over the rough ground, splashing through the stream, and then, grabbing their horses, galloped away along the path.
“Please, don’t hurt me,” Silvi said, her voice shaking with fear.
“Why would I do that?” The apparition sounded surprised.
“I don’t know! I don’t know what you are!” Silvi was curled into a ball between the huge, taloned feet.
“Oh. No, sorry, you wouldn’t, would you.” The massive, shadowy creature chuckled quietly and then spoke gently. “My name is Be-Elin, girl, and I’m a dragon.”
Book 3
Don, the capital of the beautiful country of Sarn is besieged by the armies of Lefton and Tol Nalan and the icy winds that are blowing down from the north.

Preland is in the grip of the worst winter anyone can remember in hundreds of years, and from beyond the Red Mountains, a wagon train arrives, sent by the king of Wone. The people of the north are freezing to death and running of out of food. They need help, help that only the dragons can provide. But it will take hundreds of them; Mistry must send to Angyn for help.

And beyond the storms, the vile True Path are allying with Categan. When the winter is over, they will head south intent on wiping out the dragons and building their new empire.

Not for the first time, Silvi finds herself at the front, being compared to her great father, General Johnson Farthing. But can this young woman lead an army? Can she defeat this terrible foe?

People of Dirt is the dramatic finale of Dirt, series two.

“Dragons don’t want to go to war, do they, despite your dreadful jokes. It is not in your blood. I see it in your eyes sometimes.”
“You do? What do you see, Silvi? I don’t think you want to go to war either, but you do.”
“I didn’t want this war, you are right. But there is a difference between you and me; between humans and dragons. When I look into Hal’s eyes, when we are planning and realising the consequences of our plans, I see his hatred of war, but I see a tolerance of it. He knows we have no choice, and he understands that however terrible, it happens again and again and is part of our existence. War makes sense to him, even if he abhors it.”
“And what do you see in my eyes?”
Silvi turned and looked up into the big, soft, face of the Draig Mynyth Coh. He was not beautiful like a desert dragon or a sea dragon, but he had a face you could love. Even when he was angry she could happily hug his face if she had long enough arms.
“When I look into your eyes, I not only see a hatred of death, dear Bren-Hevvin, I see puzzlement and confusion. You don’t understand war in any way whatsoever; it mystifies you. You only know that they happen, and humans start them. I have seen the same in every single dragon I have ever met.”
Book 4
The fantastic sequel to series one of the high fantasy Dirt. Includes the short story Mistry’s Tale, the prelude to Dirt, Series 2.

Deoram Ham is a beautiful little village in the far south of Bind, a peaceful, simple community perfect for dragon riders who miss the dragons and want to live a life far from the wars they fought.

It is not to last, and as new threats emerge, fighting is not now an option; the only solution is to escape to the beautiful island of Hope.

Johnson Farthing, the former general and now farmer, has no choice but to travel north once more to find a boat.

Farthing put his hand up for them to stop.
“What is it?” Silvi whispered. She had started riding next to him in the last hour as she slowly recovered from her embarrassment and fear.
“Over there,” he said, pointing. “Those are deer.”
“They are very small!”
“Scrubland Deer,” Seb said quietly, riding up on the other side of the girl. “Go on, Silvi. I have seen you get a small boar with your bow. You can get one of those. They make great eating.”
“You think?” She looked nervously at the two men, both of whom for different reasons she felt she must impress.
“I think you should try,” Farthing said. “Get down so you are stable, I will hold your horse.”
“What if I miss?”
“Then it is beans again.”
Silvi concentrated, trying to ignore her audience of two men and six horses as she nocked the hunting arrow and pulled the string back. She took a slow breath as she brushed her cheek with the string. “Come on Silvi,” she said to herself. “He is watching, you can do this, you know you can.” Feeling her mouth going dry she aimed at the lower chest of the deer standing closest to her and let fly.
Book 2
In the hills above Meressa, on the southern coast of Preland and in the ruined town of Ponack, dragons are now returning and setting up small, optimistic communities.

Mistry must now work to put the rest of her centuries-old plan into action, but nothing can happen until they find the descendant of the Cwendrina.
But while Silvi and Ferret travel across Preland with Be-Elin and Mab-Abin, two old enemies are rising across the Yonder Sea in Bind.

Whether or not they are successful in their search, they will have to confront the warring Keffra-See and the memory of the Haftens.

For Silvi Farthing, it will mean a trial by war that will tear her soul in two.
The saga continues with Dragons of Dirt.

“I couldn’t stop them, Silvi. I tried. Gods, I tried!” The man started to shake, and Silvi put a hand on his shoulder.
“Where is Sen-de-Yevena?” she growled.
“I don’t know. He charged in with the elders.”
Silvi marched across the bloody desert. Around her were hundreds of dead. Horses, Keffra horsemen, nomad archers, old women, teenage boys, young girls, even dragons. When they counted later, as they always did, of the three hundred archers, only fifty remained alive, all injured. Forty dragons were found dead, hacked to pieces. Thirty riders and soldiers were dead, and most of the rest had injuries. All two thousand Keffra and many of their horses were dead. And finally, nine hundred of the Fo tribespeople had died. Many, too many, were children.
Silvi dragged Sen-de-Yevena to his feet. He had a vicious cut down his side and cuts to his arms and face, but she didn’t care. She pulled him across the sand and pushed him to his knees in front of the corpse of a young boy. He had been trampled to death, his body broken and twisted, and on his face, his dead face with open eyes, was a look of abject fear.
“That is not honour!” she shouted. “Are you listening? That is not honour!”
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