Wednesday, November 01, 2006
Damn.
See, e whole of yesterday, i've been running around Old Europe, flitting btwn Paris and Britain. I hate how Queen Elizabeth keeps calling me and Dierdre Griffin back to her palace to wait on her, especially when there are far more impt matters on our hands. Werewolves are causing havoc in the streets of Paris, instilling fear and inciting riots.
Worst of all, our cousin, Hal Kirkwood, has been captured by El Lobison...the evil spaniard. He calls himself Master of Werewolves, using his mesmirizing werewolf priestess to convert men to wolves, hence builing an army to terrorize Europe. All in a bid to place England under a shroud of fear, while the Spanish Armada prepares its attack.
Beautiful, brave, intelligent Hal, the love of my life. He has suffered so much under El Lobison's hands. After his escape, he battles the wolf in him every night when the moon banes. He withdraws from us, his family, to protect us from his thirst for blood. Dierdre's and my duties as future Pendragon and Merlin of Britain pull us away from him, under the Queen's orders that duty to country comes before duty to love. The STUPID queen hence arranges our wedding to Sir Michael Maelstrom, one of the Queen's spies and our best friend...but he is not Hal.
We weave spell after magic spell to prevent the Spanish warships from reaching Britain's shores, with the help of faeries, elves, demons and the ghosts of our ancestors. Michael dies in the attack and we mourn for his death. Meanwhile Hal watches over us from a distance, and by this time he has full control of the wolf within him, no longer a pawn of the damned spaniard. He launches his own attack on El Lobison, killing him. He then joins me and Dierdre, finally reuniting our love, and adds his magic to aid us.
Yes, we defeat the Spanish inquisition and Hal is hailed as the new Pendragon of Britain. As Dierdre and I have expended all our magic during the war, we cannot undertake the role of Pendragon due to the loss of our magic. We are the Merlin. Hal and Dierdre have a child, and together with their familiars, Helwraieth, Coffa and Newynog, begin their new journey as the respected and revered Pendragon and Merlin of Europe.Okay, obviously i've been reading yet another fantasy book.
SIGHHH and now i've fallen from cloud nine to plonk back into the reality of the looming A levels. Oh and i realised it starts tmr.
Why are there such good books in the world??? I have wasted one day of studying time, very good.
Oh but i have benefitted something from reading this book!!
Iho del puta...means son of a bitch in spanish. Woohoo.
Btw thanks for rmbring, all of u who rmbrd :)
~sallo
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