Lord Of The Lost Gared Novels & Stories

He takes a swig of the rum before closing the cap and looming his gaze on the small imp-like man. “Catch!” The deckhand tosses the flask at the empty hand of Lard. Without looking he is able to catch the drink container in his hand and then places it back into his bag. Next, he uses the same hand to lick at his fingers and turn the page of his book. “You ever stop reading?” Gardax speaks in a sullied manner but Lard does not seem to mind. The smaller figure looms his gaze at his higher-ranking comrade and shrugs his tiny shoulders. “No. should I not? This world we inhabit sucks harder than a whore slurping a goat cock that comes coin. Why the hell wouldn’t I want an escape?” Gardax shrugs hi

After 15 years the lycan empire which were formerly known as the lost palace were busy preparing for the arrival of the future emperor, Gordon. Other than being the future heir of the throne he was the son of his proud father, the Emperor Maxwell Edward Spencer.Despite being 65 years of age, he is ageing gracefully. He is a tall man of 6 ft and in great physical shape with toned muscle. Deep nut brown eyes, white wavy hair and ducktail beard. His aura screams power.

And yet here he was, larger than life. Sir Garret, my father’s oldest friend. The man who had taught me to string a bow, to track game, to survive the wilderness and how to protect myself from would be kidnappers. His stories had filled my childhood with wonder and sparked my dream of adventuring. While the plague consumed the south, he had been gone, fighting it. Rumors whispered of a new order sworn to stand against it. Perhaps he knew the truth and what was just gossip and rumors. “Thank you, Lord Verden. Lady Verden.” Garret bowed. “Allow me to introduce my companion. This is Carlin, my right hand and second in command of the Sunseeker Order.”