Ewan is a man torn apart. Everything he knows and loves has been ripped away with one cruel stroke. He seeks solace in the peace and tranquillity of the Scottish Highlands, where he learns to live at one with the magic of the earth.
Rose is a young mother, barely more than a girl herself, desperate to raise her son away from the drugs, violence and prostitution into which she was born.
Ragnor is a dragon, the last of his kind. For a thousand years he has raged against the confines of the cage that binds him beneath the ground.
All three seek only to escape from their current conditions, but the gods must play their games, where defeat means destruction, and Ewan, Rose and Ragnor’s destinies are not their own to forge. Forced together in a story of violence and shattered dreams, laced with magic and mysticism, they must struggle to survive in a world where being righteous does not guarantee victory. The meek will not inherit the earth unless they fight for it!
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A fantastic read. Highly recommended.”

Five Star Review on Amazon By Anne Davies

This is one of the best books I have read in a long time. I was completely immersed in the story from the outset and found myself transported to Ewan’s world where anything was possible. The early part of the story describes brilliantly how this ordinary man came to be a recluse seeking solitude in the mountain and although harrowing at times made the story completely believable. Written with incredible imagination, the book gives an excellent balance of drama and suspense. I look forward to reading Puppet of the Gods.

About the Author

Patrick grew up in an idyllic setting on a mountain in Wales. His love for animals, academically minded parents and a fair bit of luck all contributed to his eventually graduating from The Royal Veterinary College in 1992. He met Sue in 2003 and they were married in 2006.
They have two children and currently live in Merseyside.

One of Patrick’s earliest memories is of using a little plastic bucket to collect water, whilst trying not to disturb the dragon whose orange and black eye stared out from the rocky bed of the trickling stream…

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