Days Of Magic

Okay, folks. I'm going to set the record straight because I'm fed up hearing so many lies about it. For a start, I never fought any dragons. Do they exist? I've never seen any, nor has anybody else I know except for Mister Taylor, the blacksmith. He saw two of them on his road home from the pub one night, though he was probably sozzled. Besides that, he's as weird as an alcoholic rabbit. And by the way, I'm fae and a girl. So, how it got about that yours truly was a goblin called Alan is beyond me. Honestly, guys – a goblin? How could you confuse me with one of those loathsome creatures? Maybe it was the outdated belief that only boys could have gone through what I did. It's somewhat sexist, don't you think?

Anyway, I'd better stop prattling. Why don't you read for yourself what really happened? Then write a review so it'll bring it to the attention of others. All proceeds go to this poor author for the time and effort spent writing the story. I'm flogging the book everywhere, so you'll come across it wherever you go. It'll help me buy more materials to write other stuff. Yeah, I know. I'm over-egging the pudding a bit too much. But a wee financial contribution wouldn't go amiss.

p.s. I've embellished the story to make it more entertaining. Well, you want your money's worth, don't you?