The Warden Threat

By Morrese, David, L

Book Id: WPLBN0004023732
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File Size: 2.20 MB
Reproduction Date: 09/30/2011

Title:	The Warden Threat
Author:	Morrese, David, L
Volume:
Language:	English
Subject:	Science Fiction, Philosophy, Mystery
Collections:	Science Fiction, Science Fiction Collection, Authors Community, Most Popular Books in China
Historic Publication Date:	2011
Publisher:	Fuzzy Android

Member Page:	David Morrese
Citation APA MLA Chicago L Morrese, B. D. (2011). The Warden Threat. Retrieved from http://www.self.gutenberg.org/

Description
And now for something completely different—a humorous science fiction parody of epic fantasy adventure stories—an anti-fantasy book that pokes some good-natured fun at the serious tone and dependence on magic common to many epic fantasy adventure genre novels. There are no dragons here, but there are some androids. This is the story of Prince Donald of Westgrove. He is the idealistic third son of the king, and he comes to believe that he may be the only one able to protect his country from an invasion spearheaded by an ancient and massive magical stone warrior known as the Warden of Mystic Defiance. Donald, unfortunately, is woefully unprepared. His only real understanding of such things comes from his reading of adventure stories. When he finds an ancient scroll he believes may allow him to take control of the mysterious Warden, he eagerly takes on the task. He dreams of saving the kingdom and becoming a hero like those in his books. To his dismay, his quest turns out to be nothing like he imagined. He finds the stories in his library seriously understate the complexities and hardships involved. He also soon realizes that the real world can be much more confusing than fictional ones. Things may not be as they first appear, and the hero is not necessarily predestined to save the day. If you are an avid reader of fantasy and science fiction who yearns for something fresh and different, this may be just what you are looking for.

Summary
Prince Donald, the idealistic third son of the king of Westgrove, believes he may be the only one able to protect his country from an invasion spearheaded by an ancient and massive magical stone warrior known as the Warden of Mystic Defiance. Donald, unfortunately, is woefully unprepared. His only real understanding of such things comes from his reading of adventure stories. When he finds an ancient scroll he believes may allow him to take control of the mysterious Warden, he eagerly takes on the task. He dreams of saving the kingdom and becoming a hero like those in his epic adventure stories. To his dismay, his quest turns out to be nothing like he imagined. He finds the stories in his library seriously understate the complexities and hardships involved. He also soon realizes that the real world can be much more confusing than fictional ones, and the hero is not necessarily predestined to save the day.

Excerpt
Donald held his breath. The great black monolith stood its ground refusing to so much as acknowledge his presence, much less answer his summons. “Maybe you have to do it naked,” Muce whispered, breaking the silence. “What?” The young notso held the prince’s translation of the patched vellum scroll in his hand. “It says here, Naked to the Warden’s love. Maybe that means you have to do it without any clothes on.” “Let me see that!” The prince snatched the paper from his companion’s hand. “No. That’s just a poetic way to say you have to be sincere. It can’t literally mean without any clothes because it also says you have to have this silly hat and glove, for the gods’ sake. How can you be naked wearing a hat and a glove?” “I don’t know, but that’s what it says, and what you did before didn’t work. You sounded real good, though, Your Highness. It was really impressive.” “Uh, thanks. What do you think, Kwestor?” asked Donald. “You still don’t want to know. But if you’re going to try anything else, you’ll need to do it soon. Dawn doesn’t last that long.” The prince turned his eyes to the horizon and the creeping light of dawn. “But it should have worked!” he protested. “Are you sure today is the autumnal equinox, Kwestor?” “Quite certain.” “And it’s obviously dawn.” “Obviously.” “And I am a prince by blood.” “Yes, I don’t think there is any doubt about that. Your mother isn’t the type.” “What?” “Nothing.” “I’ve got the stupid hat and glove.” Donald took another look at the scraps of vellum. “Conscience good,” he read. “I’m a man of good conscience, aren’t I?” “As humanity is judged, I’d have to agree,” answered the scout. “And I’m a… I mean, I’ve never, uh, you know, been with…” “I believe you fulfill that requirement too, Your Highness.” “Damn!” That’s got to be it then.”