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Sigfrid The Dragon Slayer - The Ultimate Warrior Meets The Ultimate Dragon
Sigfrid The Dragon Slayer - The Ultimate Warrior Meets The Ultimate Dragon
Sigfrid The Dragon Slayer - The Ultimate Warrior Meets The Ultimate Dragon
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Sigfrid The Dragon Slayer - The Ultimate Warrior Meets The Ultimate Dragon

For Sigfrid to gain the hand of Princess Karimhild, King Gunther demands that the young man slay Fafnir, a monstrous dragon.
Soon Sigfrid realizes that the weapons of this dragon consist not mainly of claws and fire, but of magic and imagination.
Soon he doubts his sanity.
He has faithful allies in the dwarfs Titania and Alberic, a forger of magical swords and other useful instruments.
Sigfrid fights trolls and meets Huns as he ascends Fafnir's mountain to save Karimhild, who seems to have gone there before him.

Includes an exciting bonus short story by G.H. Holmes entitled "The Second Face."

LanguageEnglish
PublisherSharaya Lee
Release dateMay 27, 2013
ISBN9781301696949
Sigfrid The Dragon Slayer - The Ultimate Warrior Meets The Ultimate Dragon

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    Sigfrid The Dragon Slayer - The Ultimate Warrior Meets The Ultimate Dragon - G.H. Holmes

    SIGFRID

    THE DRAGON SLAYER

    G.H. Holmes

    A Powerful Novella

    Of Fantasy And Magic

    Plus The Bonus Story

    THE SECOND FACE

    by G.H. Holmes

    Cover Art by Heather Senter

    Copyright 2013 by G. H. Holmes

    All rights reserved!

    No part of this book may be used, reproduced or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic or mechanical, including photocopying, recording, or by any information storage or retrieval system, without the written permission of the publisher, except where permitted by law, or in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical articles and reviews.

    Chapter 1

    Sigfrid's skis carved fountains out of the snow as he swung toward the vale. The slope glittered like a field of diamonds in the evening sun, prodding the young man's thoughts toward the peculiar treasure hidden in these mountains once again. Suddenly the acrid smell of wood smoke bit in his nose. He scanned the tree line for its source and found it: a thin trail rose from the chimney of a forge nestled into a knot of giant pines.

    With a swoop that cast pure-white snow against the mottled wall of the abode, he came to a halt, cried Hullo, and leaned on his sticks.

    For a long moment there was nothing but silence. Then door creaked as it opened.

    But nobody came out.

    A sword flashed.

    Sigfrid noticed the slender blade only when the sun caught on its surface. It flew toward him.

    He shrunk back, but the sword didn’t pierce his body. Instead, it levitated before him, its tip near his throat. Sigfrid swallowed at the sight of the carrierless weapon, which began to circle him at the speed of a man walking, the point always near his neck.

    His gaze fell: footprints appeared in the snow, the prints of a man, but there was no man.

    This is Notung, he heard an ancient voice say.

    Who? Sigfrid replied, confused.

    The sword, I mean. Notung is the sword's name, not mine. The voice lowered to growl. Hear my words, young fool. Notung's a deadly, ghastly fiend to all the world's wicked. The wounds it cuts are beyond description; they're awful, and—

    Master Alberic? Sigfrid's eyes dared not leave the weapon's point.

    After a moment's silence, the voice said, Oberon to you from beyond the sea—

    I'm not from beyond. I'm Sigfrid of Burgundy—

    Puh, the voice said.

    —of noble birth and—

    That's disputed!

    Sigfrid arched his brows. He inhaled. You know me?

    The old voice grumbled.

    True, Sigfrid said, I was raised by humble foresters, but I'm fortunate today. Presently I serve on the court of my king in Worms—

    Gunther, still?

    The same. His loyal Hagen von Tronje sends me here.

    Well, I see… The voice got even and friendly. I see, my lad.

    Sigfrid's eyes widened when he saw how a hand grew around the sword's hilt; the muscular arm of a gnome appeared, its bare shoulder, then the right side of his body, blackened from the forge's fire. A grizzled beard, potato nose, and wily black eyes, close together and deeply recessed, manifested; suddenly his legs were there too, until only the gnome's left hand was missing.

    Holla…! Sigfrid said.

    I'm not just a producer of fine swords, the gnome said. In my spare time, I tinker with stuff. This is new; the wife spun it. Here, feel. He stretched his left arm toward Sigfrid, who stared at the spot where the gnome's hand should have been.

    Now, don’t just stare; feel it, the gnome repeated.

    But there's nothing to feel, Sigfrid said.

    Alberic sighed. Young fools, only trust what they can see. There are ten thousand things between heaven and earth that you have not dreamed of! Now stretch out your hand and feel. He shook his invisible fist.

    Sigfrid's fingers groped—and immediately felt the gnome's hand. Fabric seemed to dangle from it. When he touched it, Sigfrid's limb vanished, too. When he let go, it became visible again.

    The gnome grinned. "Thin

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