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There wasn't anything special about Ivan. He didn't train to be a knight, learn spells or know anything about the ancient art of healing. He took care of the dogs and slept in the kennels. Then a knight came to Belgorod Holding, a warrior that none dared face. The knight had hidden magic, brutal henchmen and the secret aid of a witch. With a letter from the king, he also had the right to hire farmers to help him search the forest for old treasure. That treasure was a scourge and a plague to the world. In it laid one of the evilest weapons ever forged. Ivan wasn't anything special, but he had his dogs and he had his heart, and he would do everything he could to save his family and friends from the ancient curse.
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You can visit Vaughn at www.vaughnheppner.com I was born in Canada and remember as a small boy crawling in my snow-fort. I closed my eyes, and when I tried to open them, they were frozen shut. I didn't panic, but wiped away the ice crystals, unglued my eyes and kept on building my tunnel. Those were great days! I moved to Central California before seventh grade and couldn't believe I lived in a land where oranges grew on trees and you could pick grapes from the vine. I used to wonder what I wanted to do with my life, what kind of work specifically. I was miserable not knowing and bordering on desperate. Then one day a friend gave me his typewriter. I began working on a novel. A different person told me it was much easier on a computer, so I bought one and began getting up at 4:30 A.M. each morning before work, writing for three hours. My eyes were unglued once again as the pang of misery left my gut. I knew exactly what I wanted to do: write. So now that's what I do, I write, and write, and write, and I love it.
