The Dirt Giveaway: From Author C.C. Hogan!

Welcome to the Fantasy World of DIRT
Where one boy turns in his shovel for love, war, adventure & Dragons

Dirt
by C.C. Hogan
 
My rating: 5 stars
 
Series: Dirt – Book 1
Publication Date: October 26, 2015
Publisher: C.C. Hogan
Genre: Fantasy | Epic
Print Length: 370


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Book 1, Series 1 – A fantastic tale of love, war, friendship and dragons!

If

Johnson Farthing thought that life as poor cart pusher in the coastal

town of Wead-Wodder was going to be his lot in life, then he was about

to get a rude surprise, and not necessarily a good one.

Once it

becomes clear that his beautiful younger sister has been kidnapped along

with the daughter of the Prelate, his life is completely turned on its

head. Farthing has to rush across a vast ocean and a huge continent

carried by an incredible Sea Dragon and accompanied by a strange

magician if he has even a chance to save his sister Rustina.

And very strangely, neither the rich Prelate nor his chief of police seem keen to even lift a finger.

Dirt,

the first book in a huge, continent spanning saga where dragons are an

intelligent, cultured people, magicians cannot destroy mountains with a

magic wand and the heroes have no wish to become tyrannical kings and

queens.v

But through all the dramatic events, the battles of life

and death, Dirt is a place of humour, love and ultimately, the quest to

find a home.

“I told Truk you would be slacking off the minute

he turned his back,” shouted the old fool, Barkles, who sold greasy

vegetable pasties from a dusty stall on the corner. “Young people can’t

be trusted, I told him. I was right too.”

“Shut your face, Barkles,”

Johnson shouted back as he grabbed his coat from his hand cart and put

it around his shoulders to ward off a faint chill in the sea breeze. “I

have been down that hole every day non-stop for nine days, and you know

it too, since you have been feeding me your disgusting pies for most of

them.”

“Pastries, slacker. Not Pies; Pastries.”

“I thought pastries were just posh pies?”

“Can be.”

“Well, yours ain’t posh. So they are definitely just pies.”

“Ain’t seen you complaining!”

 

 

 
The Saga Continues with Book 2
 

Bloody Dirt

 



Book 2, Series 1 in the incredible fantasy saga

It would

have been so easy to forget everything that had happened, find a quiet,

out of the way place to go and live and enjoy life just as it was, but

for Pree and Farthing that is simply not an option.

As they return

to The Prelates, idealism flowing through their veins, they find

themselves embroiled in a war that will span a continent.

In the

sequel to Dirt, the truth behind the ambitions of Tekkinmod and the

people in the far west are revealed and Johnson Farthing will rely on

the knowledge and friendship of incredible people, humans and dragons,

as he and Pree build an army.

Through the blood and terror of war,

this is still a tale of the heart; a story of passion, love, and the

strength found in bonds of friendship.

“I don’t know what you

are up to, magician, but I take exception to my island being used as the

base for one of your wild political missions.” Bren-Diath sat in one of

the small sunken seating areas of the Catre Sarad, halfway up Taken

Mountain in front of the Neuath.

“It is not strictly speaking your

island, Bren-Diath; actually not your island at all! The mountain is

claimed by just about everyone and dragons don’t even go down to the

town.”

“It is too small and quaint; I wouldn’t fit.”

“That is not the reason, old man!”

“Last I checked you were older than me, and I am not a man, Eafa of Tepid Lakes.”

“Well,

you look your age.” Weasel frowned. This conversation had been repeated

in one way or another for a week, though on the upside, at least the

huge ice dragon had stopped referring to Weasel in any dietary context,

not that dragons actually ate humans. Bren-Diath stretched and looked

around the vast Cartre Sarad, the Place of Speech that was cut into the

side of the mountain. It was busier than it had been for centuries,

mostly because of an influx of Sea Dragons from Bind in the last couple

of months looking for new places to live.





On to Book 3

 

 

 

The Fight for Dirt 

Book 3, Series 1 – A Tale of dragons, freedom and the search for a home

The war is spreading.

As

Tekkinmod and Henry tear each other apart in the Northern States, Pree

realises that it is vital to cut off Tekkinmod’s money and steel supply

by taking the war to Wessen in the North of Bind.

But

as the outcome of the war looks less and less certain, something

terrible is happening to the dragons and Weasel and Mistry must dig into

ancient histories to find a solution.

The dramatic

conclusion to the first series of Dirt tests the friends as they have to

suffer the true heart-breaking cost of war and fight to the bitter end

to create a new future for the tired world of Dirt.

“You have seen more decline recently?”

“We

have lost two to illness that we do not understand. It was three years

ago and quite sudden. They lost much of their colouring and grew weak

and then the breath left them. We have not seen such a thing before nor

since, for which I am thankful.”

“How old were they, if I may ask?”

“One

was but forty and the other in their third century. They had no other

illness nor were they bitten or affected by accident.”

“You say they lost their colour?”

“Why is unknown to us, but they became grey in patches and their skin was dry and lifeless. Eafa, they looked much like ghosts.”

  The fantastic sequel to series one of the high fantasy Dirt

 

Hope

  

The fantastic sequel to series one of the high fantasy Dirt

Deoram

Ham is a beautiful little village in the far south of Bind, a peaceful,

simple community perfect for dragon riders who miss the dragons and

want to live a life far from the wars they fought.

It is not to

last, and as new threats emerge, fighting is not now an option; the only

solution is to escape to the beautiful island of Hope.

Johnson Farthing, the former general and now farmer, has no choice but to travel north once more to find a boat.

Includes the short story Mistry’s Tale, the prelude to Dirt, Series 2.

Farthing put his hand up for them to stop.

“What

is it?” Silvi whispered. She had started riding next to him in the last

hour as she slowly recovered from her embarrassment and fear.

“Over there,” he said, pointing. “Those are deer.”

“They are very small!”

“Scrubland

Deer,” Seb said quietly, riding up on the other side of the girl. “Go

on, Silvi. I have seen you get a small boar with your bow. You can get

one of those. They make great eating.”

“You think?” She looked nervously at the two men, both of whom for different reasons she felt she must impress.

“I think you should try,” Farthing said. “Get down so you are stable, I will hold your horse.”

“What if I miss?”

“Then it is beans again.”

Silvi

concentrated, trying to ignore her audience of two men and six horses

as she notched the hunting arrow and pulled the string back. She took a

slow breath as she brushed her cheek with the string. “Come on Silvi,”

she said to herself. “He is watching, you can do this, you know you

can.” Feeling her mouth going dry she aimed at the lower chest of the

deer standing closest to her and let fly.

 

 

 

Who IS the man behind A World Called Dirt?


https://www.youtube-nocookie.com/embed/CxnU_DMalbc?rel=0
 
C.C. Hogan, See-See to his friends, was born in North London.
This

was bad planning, mostly, as he had wanted to be born in Bermuda,

preferably near the beach and one of those bars that sell cocktails

underneath palm trees.
As a kid he played with music, mostly guitar with a bit of very bad blues harp thrown in. 
Some where along the line he learned to write and with the advent of spell checkers was able to do something useful with it.
CC

also like photography, though never with him in it. Selfies are very

unlikely, though he is occasionally known for taking photos of coffee

cups.
He likes wine, loves women and lets his heart get broken on a

regular basis. He still agonises over some rather beautiful friends

from his youth, but in a nice way.
Genre wise he has no fixed

opinion and is as likely to write about London in the 1970s as a fantasy

set, well, wherever a fantasy is set.




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C.C. Hogan (See-See to his friends)
Is giving away ONE SIGNED copy of DIRT 
PLUS an eCopy of BLOODY DIRT
~AND~
A PERSONAL letter from Fren Eriol the Dragon
Open to  US, Canada, UK, AUS, New Zealand, EU
 
~PLUS~
FIVE eCopies of BLOODY DIRT
with a Thank you note from Fren Eriol
  ~International~
 
Get Ready to Immerse Yourselves in the World of Dirt!
Ends December 7, 2015

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