Max Blizzard was like any other drone living in Earth’s realm until the arrival of his eighth birthday. On that day his imagination awoke and Max started thinking for himself. He was an outcast the moment he let people know about his imagination. That moment also unknowingly set forth a chain of events years in the making. By having imagination, Max had given Sir Dreadvent exactly what he wanted, a way into Camelot’s realm.
Now Max and his friends, Trudesile and Lester, must complete the quest that Max’s father, Merlin, set out for him years ago. They must find the Gem of Camelot to defend the realm from Sir Dreadvent’s and his sevesties. Their perilous journey will take them from the shores of Merlinia and the ship of Davy Jones to the fields of Avalon, in the hope that they can save Camelot, save Earth and save all the lost realms that have been consumed by Sir Dreadvent and his sevesties on their quest to remake the universe.
A tale about where your imagination can lead if you choose to follow it, with creatures large and small joining Max Blizzard on his journey. King Arthur, Oberon, Hercules, Apollo and other heroes of imagination believed to be myth will become truth as Max and his friends face the trials ahead. Let your imagination lead the way to Max Blizzard and The Gem of Camelot.
“Young Mr. Blizzard, the objective is simple. The first to extinguish the flame of the other’s Camelot Candle wins. You are only limited by your own imagination.” King Arthur knew Max got the rules as he watched him nod, and sat back down alongside Pemestra and Lempilightess.
“Arthur, do you think it is wise throwing the boy in the deep end so soon? Vlad has been at this for years.” Pemestra did not want to see Max hurt or his spirit broken in his first outing.
“Merlin constantly surprised me. Let’s see what the boy can really do.”Max stared down Vlad, trying to ignore all the prying eyes that were upon him. He waited for the match to begin, listening for a bell or something, and watched as Vlad begin to concentrate, knowing that there was no bell and that match had begun.
“I’ll make sure your first loss isn’t too painful, runt.” Vlad grinned and gripped his Camelot Candle; a huge fan appeared out of nowhere in front of him and began to blow. Before Max could do anything, his flame had been put out.
“I think that was the easiest and quickest match in history.” Vlad threw his arms in the air and the crowd cheered while Max stared at his blown-out Camelot Candle.
“Don’t let him get to you, dearie. The boy needs to be taught a lesson in humility. Shake it off and come out fighting,” Bandaid whispered, while lighting Max’s Camelot Candle again and then running back to the sidelines.
Patrick Hatt can be found in the East Coast of Canada. He hates writing these things but doesn’t mind talking in the third person. He dabbles in a little of this and a little of that, not afraid to attempt something new.
He is owned by two cats, one of whom has his own blog, It’s Rhyme Time. Yeah a rhyming cat, who knew? He would be considered a both person when it comes to cats and dogs.
He is also quite the movie and TV buff. As you can probably tell does not take himself seriously and has more stuff in his head than is needed. Thus the novels as just one more form of release. Thanks for the visit and enjoy!