Druid Lords

The druids of Caledonia have taken their place in the Halls of Mist, their path fraught with danger. When their newest member finds a woman of magical talents in Amsterdam their troubles multiply. Between them and a peaceful existence are a dead prince, a furious queen, and murder. Each druid must discover where his talents, and his loyalties, lie.

As the Druid Hall celebrates the completion of the Mistgate, their leader Munro is abducted, leaving them in disarray. Queen Eilidh declares Munro dead, which threatens the fragile balance of power in the Halls of Mist. With the druids crippled by grief and uncertainty, no one notices the insidious force influencing them from a dark mirror realm.

Camelot is in deep trouble, for not only has Merlin's father, the Elder god Mithras Invictus, left Avalon possibly never to return, but King Uther Pendragon has ordered that all the Elder god's shrines and altars are to be pulled down. This is not a great idea when the Lords of Winter are already at the Gates of Avalon and are waiting to bring the Cold of Eternal Winter to Camelot and its surrounding lands. The Druids are desperately trying to defend Avalon but they can only hold the Lords of Winter at bay for a short time. The young Druid girl, Ceinwen, comes to Camelot in an unsuccessful attempt to stop the destruction of the Elder god's altars. Once again it is left to Merlin, Galahad, Kraak and Grim to stand and fight for the survival of Camelot and Avalon.

When the most powerful senator in Talmor's second-largest city is cursed with dark magic, the other legislators secretly turn to his estranged son Korbin as a last, desperate chance to find a cure. With the assistance of a refugee schooled in the foreign magic of the One, Korbin seeks to help his father-and find redemption. But an ancient Spirit of Shadow sets the pair in her sights, corrupting their every hope into despair... and turning their quest for a cure into a fight for survival.

The first moves in the battle for Tael have been made and the Savonel is once again whole. Now, innocents are being enslaved and powerful artifacts that could be used to devastating effect were being sought by the agents of the evil one. Men and women of strength, valor and conscience must place themselves willingly between the innocents and those agents. These must also remove those same artifacts from the hand of the evil master, Lord Banshee. Morgan DeVilleforte, a skilled mercenary of honor, is one of those adventurers determined to do whatever is necessary to defend the innocent. She and a group of diverse adventurers now chase evil across the face of Catlor to bring justice and vengeance. The great Lord Commander Dekion DeLough embarks on a mission of mercy with Lilith the Sorceress, a rogue daku bent on defending those who cannot defend themselves and bringing about an end to the enmity of her race to all others. She also seeks two powerful artifacts to keep them from the hands of evil. Other brave souls Mages, clerics, mercenaries and rangers join them down dangerous paths in order to free, protect and deliver those from forced captivity to the light of the sun of Tael. Catlorian II: Temples continues the exploits of men and women of valor bent on thwarting Lord Banshee in his one-minded pursuit of vengeance against an entire world.

A year in the life of an old salt who sailed the world and came home to a different place, my memories and me exploring nature and history together in the wooded valley where I have settled as a solitary-practising hedge druid. I wrote this book for myself, obviously, and for readers who like me are: – seekers of spiritual communion with nature, who might follow a religion, or more than one religion, or no religion at all; – survivors of childhood sexual abuse; – people who live with chronic illness and pain; and/or – those interested in prehistory, archaeology, oral traditions, documented social history, genealogy, and ancestors of blood, of place, and of tradition. While writing this memoir in the form of a personal nature journal over twelve months, I remembered myself as a boy who loved the wild land I lived upon, who, through tragedy and trauma, lost that part of myself. Settling as an old man, somewhere with a remarkably similar landscape history to that of my birthplace, I’ve found the boy again. And a lifetime later, he is helping me to become whole.