The first book in the series called, The Taggarts, is an exciting fantasy fiction novel that explains how the nation of Taggarts or Tags began. This creative narrative in the land of Asteria, takes you through the story of Bar the dwarf as he goes from being a traveling dwarf, to one who no longer wishes to travel, but rather settle down. He is a bowman with skill beyond belief and meets some young elf girls who have some skills of their own. Being chased by elves and dwarves sent by the evil stepfather of Tami, an elf girl, these three go on an adventure of a lifetime that none of them will ever forget. The Taggart series is a selection of stories that happen in the world of Asteria and follow a family line. This family line that produces the people called, the Taggarts, are one day, the protonate people of the world. However, as they family starts, they are unknown, and unwelcome. This is book one and happens in the year 2398. Book two follows and is titled, “The Northern Woods.” If you like this book, also try “The Dragred’s Deception”
Targeted Age Group:: 10+
What Inspired You to Write Your Book?
The love of story telling inspired this book. When reading series like, "The Sacketts" and "The Lord of the Rings," I realized that I wanted to tell a story of a family line who lived in Asteria (from previous published book) who were strong and noble. I wanted this to be a fantasy fiction novel series that promoted good morals and had a fun and entertaining story line.
How Did You Come up With Your Characters?
The two main characters came from one of my previously published books, "The Dragred's Deception." The other characters were simply made up as the story progress. Fictional characters that live in a fictional world.
My wrists hurt. I was tired, and if I was honest, I was a little scared. I knew I had gone too far into the Golden Hills. That buck was so close though, and I had bagged a buck. That was a good shot with my bow. I had been tracking that buck for some time, through the rolling hills that were covered in a thick golden grass. I knew why they were called the Golden Hills. They looked like gold, and when the wind blew, they almost shimmered like gold too. I had loved the way that they looked when I first saw them. Bareggt is my name, I had come from Aster along the sea. I am a dwarf that lived just north of Plane City in the mountains. I was always a wonderer though. My father had always told me not to wander, but I had never listened. Now that I am grown, I am still wandering. “Bar,” My father had said (Bar was what most dwarves I knew called me), “One day this wandering of yours will get you in a mighty lot of trouble.” Well, it looked as if my father’s prediction had just come true. I could have been more careful. After I had shot the deer from almost one hundred and twenty yards, a good shot, I had begun to dress it where it was. I had just finished skinning it when I saw the elves. They had me alright, dead to rights. If I would have taken the time to move the carcass to a less visible place, I may not be in this predicament. Well, I was, and I had to make the best of it. The elf suddenly jerked the chains that cuffed my wrists. Didn’t they know I couldn’t walk as fast as them? They were all pushing seven feet tall! I am only four and a half. My legs can’t go that fast! They were magnificent looking. The elves of the Golden Hills were clad in gold armor. Fitting, I thought. Their body was covered in armor; helmet, chest plate, reembrace, vambrace, pauldron, cuisses, and greaves all gold in color. I knew that the metal was not actually gold, but it sure looked like gold. I then looked down at myself. No armor at all. Just cotton pants and a leather shirt. I frowned, then smiled. Even if I wasn’t dressed like a warrior, I knew I was one. I would challenge any of these elves in a hand-to-hand combat. Especially with no weapons. I was strong, even for the dwarves, who were all strong. My muscles could be clearly seen through my leather shirt, and my thick legs looked like tree stumps and were hard as a rock. If they would just let me fight them one on one, I would take down all of them. But they wouldn’t. Soon I would be wherever they were taking me and probably be executed for trespassing. These hills belonged to them after all. King Ellon was the ruler of this area. Kings ruled small territories in those days, and the High Council of Asteria was recently formed and Ellon was on this Council. This made him an important ruler. At least that’s what people had said.
Walking along the path with golden grass on either side, we summited a hill. When we did, I saw it. The biggest castle I had ever seen. There had been some dwelling places of elves that I had seen along the way, and these had seemed normal enough for elves. This castle though, it was huge. There was an outer wall that went around the entire city. Within the wall there were shops, houses, streets and such. Then, in the middle of the city was the castle. Its walls were much higher than those of the city and the walls were all painted a gold color to make it look like a golden castle. It was a big triangle with three guard or archer towers, the golden walls connecting them. The guard towers were black and ominous. They rose high above all. Because they were in a triangle, from a long distance, they looked like three towers in a line. They were still far away at this point, but before long, we were there. The path was easy, and the elves were dragging me at a rapid rate. When we arrived at the city gate, it was open and the elves went straight in. Once close to the castle, I saw that this gate was not open. Strange for times of peace I mused but gave it no more thought. After an exchange of words from the guards we were let in. The gates were black fringed with golden flowers. They were solid gates, and I judged that there would not be very many things in Asteria that could break them open. When inside, I saw an open area with a fountain and pool of water. The guards did not let me look long, and I soon found myself being dragged past the pool of water and to an iron door that was guarded. The door looked like it led into a small standalone closet in the middle of an open area. The closet was a ten-foot cube, a door filling one side of the brick enclosure. I thought it must be a holding place for prisoners and was already starting to feel claustrophobic when the elf guards opened the door. When they did, I did not see a tiny space, but rather a staircase going deep down into the darkness. Not that it was pitch black, it was dimly lit by torches, but seemed black compared to the sunny outdoors.
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