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The narrow stairway inside the mountain led to a door, that opened onto a huge marble plateau. Upon this stood a stone circle, that consisted of nine of the largest hunks of polished crystal Tory had ever seen. A turbulent cloud erupted overhead, its core alive with electromagnetic activity. For twenty years the kingdoms of Prydyn, Dumnonia and Dalriada have prospered in peace under the guidance of their High King, Maelgwn of Gwynedd, and his good Queen, Tory. But when the High King is stricken with madness and a mysterious plague, Britain is set to be thrown into the chaos of yesteryear. Tory seeks the advice of the triple Goddess, and is told of an advanced civilization that thrived long before recorded history, where men of great learning and miracles were abundant.

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Bio of Traci Harding

I grew up in the Sydney western suburb of Carlingford and went to school at a private Catholic Ladies College in Parramatta ' I'm proud to say they never did succeed in transforming me into a lady or a Catholic. I daydreamed my way through to fourth form, whereby I left school with a D in English. All I was interested in at this time was music, boys, daydreaming and storytelling. My teachers had drummed it through my head that daydreaming was never going to get me anywhere, so I got a job in a retail music store and pursued the love of music ' one of life's funny little sidetracks. The music industry was where I met my husband David, who now designs all the jackets for my books. David was the lighting director for 'the Radiators' at the time ' so you might understand that this part of my life is a bit of a blur. I do get a distinct warm fuzzy feeling, however, when I recall the great friends who made this the most fun-filled part of my life. Many years later, David and myself teamed up to design and build the stage set for the Wendy Matthews 'Tour de Lily' Tour. When I got over all the rock'n'roll, partying and other self indulgent activities, I found myself at a bit of a loss. I was still daydreaming as much as I ever did, and at the age of twenty-five I considered that I should perhaps think about giving my little fantasies a rest and get a life instead. My best friend, Sue, the willing outlet for my stories at the time, decided she was going to England for six months. I nearly went nuts with no one to tell my tales to. Sue rang me from Paris to suggest I try writing a story and sending it to her, as she was hanging out for a fix of fantasy as well. The story was truly terrible, and I never finished it, but it got me over my big fat D in English ' that was the beginning of my writing career. So, back on track now, I started writing a novel. Another friend of mine, who was working in the film industry, read this manuscript and suggested I turn it into a film script.

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Excerpt from: An Echo in Time by Traci Harding

Ossa and the Elder Tree

The night was dark and the storm was fierce. Onward they rode at the mercy of the howling winds. The open plain offered little shelter for Ossa and his band, but they pressed on in the hope of finding a refuge nearby.

The whole of Saxony had been ravaged by storms for months. Unharvested crops lay rotting in the fields from Northumbria to Kent, whilst the menfolk struggled to divert the worst floods in their settlement's history. Meanwhile, the rain just seemed to avoid the lands belonging to King Maelgwn and his allies; the western kingdoms had reaped enough produce to sustain them the length of ten seasons.

Why was the Goddess compelling him to make war on her native people If this rain persisted, Ossa's winter stores would not see his army and kin through the Fall. Perhaps the Great Lady sought to test his oath, but if there was not some sign of relief soon, Ossa felt he'd be forced to go back on his word to her. Every day the Saxons grew weaker, whilst the neighbouring Britons grew strong.

The time-worn Saxon warlord was not so old that he'd forgotten the battle at Arwystli. How could he forget when he'd lived in the shadow of defeat every day since

The moment any Saxon, Angle or Jute makes war on my native people, thou shalt all be driven from this land.

Twenty years had come and gone, and still the prophecy of the Goddess remained chiselled in his memory.

If thou cannot live here in peace with us... thou shall not live here at all.

Ha! Ossa scoffed at the echo of her words; flooding his lands and starving his people was not his idea of living together in peace.

The promise of the Goddess' wrath had subdued his advancement into the west because he still feared her might. However, his youngest son, Eormenric, believed the sorcerer of King Maelgwn of Gwynedd was to blame, the one they called Taliesin. Eormenric felt that the Merlin was as responsible for Ossa's tribe being tricked into defeat at Arwystli twenty years ago, as he was for the sad predicament of their lands this day. It was known that Taliesin had used wizardry in the past to enchant the very elements to war. Ossa had seen this first-hand, as had Octa, his father, before him, thus Ossa felt there could be some merit in Eormenric's theory. Octa had waited his entire reign for the aging wizard to die, as had Ossa, but it would seem the Merlin had found a way to cheat even death.

I shall be seeking a way to cheat death myself if I don't get out of this blasted rain, Ossa considered, as the gale force winds threatened to blow him from his mount.

'My Lord.' One of the soldiers directed Ossa's attention to a white light up ahead.

As they neared it, the light turned a deep red and the band of Saxons slowed their horses to a halt.