Bentwhistle The Dragon Box Set

Available from Amazon in Kindle format and free to read on Kindle Unlimited, why not take a look at the first three books of the Bentwhistle The Dragon series all wrapped up in one fabulous package.

Book 1

Can you be heroic and naïve?

For Peter Bentwhistle, the answer would most certainly have to be YES!

Blissfully unaware of what’s going on around him, for the most part he remains fully focused on blending in and keeping a low profile.

But fate and just plain bad luck have other designs on him.

Not so bad, you might think. Until you discover the TRUTH!

Just like his friends, Tank and Richie, he is a…..DRAGON!

Thrust into a life away from the underground dragon domain, disguised in an awkward human form in an effort to guide and protect humanity, all he has to do is stay out of trouble, learn how to play hockey and piece together all the parts of the puzzle continually playing out around him.

With the help of his two young friends, a master mantra maker and a compete dragon stranger with more than a little history attached to him, will Peter manage to thwart the dark, devious scheme long in the planning?

Ever wondered how dragons travel below ground at almost the speed of sound?

Want to know how they use magical mantras to transform their giant prehistoric bodies into convincing human shapes?

Learn the true story of George and the Dragon, get a dragon-like perspective on human social issues and gain insight into what to do if you encounter a giant spider grinning at you when you’re wearing nothing but your smile.


Book 2

Treachery from the sands of Egypt to the plains of Antarctica.

Following on from the harrowing events of ‘A Threat From The Past’ (Book1), a new found friendship with the dragon king is forged.

Soon though, young and old alike are unwittingly drawn into a deadly plot, when a straight forward meeting with the monarch sees them helping an injured dragon agent, straight back from his mission in Antarctica with news of a devastating encounter with another ancient race.

Blackmail, intrigue, forbidden love interest, a near fatal mantra gone wrong, a highly charged rugby match in which Tank takes a beating, combined with enough laminium ball action to please dragons the world over, stretch the bonds of the dragons’ friendship like never before.

New friends and ancient enemies clash as the planet braces itself for one of the most outrageous attacks it has ever seen.

Lost secrets and untold lore come to light, while sinister forces attempt to steal much coveted magic.

Explosive exploits, interspersed with a chilly backdrop and unexpected danger at every turn, make for an action-packed, electrifying adventure.


Book 3

Hearts and minds ripped to shreds.

Amid turmoil surrounding devastating attacks across the world, the dragon domain faces the planet’s greatest fear: global terrorism by an unknown force of magic users.

Against this backdrop, and with Manson’s deadly scheme in full swing, events quickly turn from bad to worse.

An army of nagas controlled by the threat to their king, help the evil dragon storm the kingdom, capturing and destroying nearly everything in their way.

With no help on the horizon and the dragons below ground neutralised, how will the threat be stopped?

Can the briefest glimpse into the future turn the tide?

Will the White dragon turn out to be their saviour?

Or will a fierce lacrosse match prove to be the turning point for a rescue so unconventional, nobody could ever see it coming?

An epic page turner not to be missed. Grab your copy NOW!




What A Week

Normally there are so many things going on that my head seems to be constantly spinning, but this week (and it’s only Wednesday) has been something else. Here are the two that stick out.

Salisbury Charter Fair

Every year at this time, the market place in Salisbury is taken over by the brilliant Charter Fair. Starting in 1227, seven years after the building of Salisbury Cathedral started, it’s still going strong. I’ve been going for as long as I can remember. Many decades. And for me, the last few years have given it a new lease of life. While it was terrific going as a teenager, and then going throughout the years with my hockey mates, it’s much more satisfying going now with both of my children, fourteen and eleven respectively. While the younger of the two doesn’t fancy the scarier rides (just like her mother) her sister has started to get a bit braver. So we ventured onto some of the faster rides, (not the two scariest) and had a little fun. Check out the pics.





























































Odd Weather Conditions

Driving home mid-morning on Monday, out of nowhere, the sun suddenly became extremely red, and the clouds took on a deep yellow hue. Immediately I grabbed my camera on returning home and took some pictures from just outside my front door. Take a look.


The Faerie Review

Check out the latest review of Bentwhistle The Dragon in A Threat From The Past (Book 1 in the Series) on the stunning The Faerie Review Book Blog.

Bristol Balloon Fiesta

Well…..eventually the sun came out (actually, more like it stopped raining) and the kids and I finally got to go out, on a planned trip to the Bristol Balloon Fiesta. Having never been before, we didn’t know what to expect. But it was a great day out and all three of us were very glad we went. More importantly, I’m sure all four of us will be going back again next year. The balloons were brilliant (although we had to leave early, which meant we missed the night time burn…..something we all would have liked to see), and wandering around the stalls and the fairground attractions was a real buzz. There was a great atmosphere and it was incredibly child friendly. Luckily the weather was okay, with the sun poking its head through the clouds for the most part and, more importantly, it stayed dry.

With almost every food imaginable on display, my children were salivating from the moment we arrived. I’m not sure I’ve seen such a diverse offering on quite that scale.

The biggest surprise for me was the live music. It was all incredibly entertaining, and non more so than a very talented artist by the name of Jasper Storey. Ed Sheeranesque is how my children would describe him, with my oldest so hooked that the first thing she did the next day was to download all of his music. With both of them sat next to me, mouths agog at just how good he was, it occurred to me that I should try and record at least one of his songs. So you can take a look below.

So if you get the chance next year to go along to the Bristol Balloon Fiesta, we would all thoroughly recommend it as a wonderful family day out. But if there’s one lesson that we learned, it was not to turn up too early.

Having arrived when it opened at 12pm, we had an awfully long time to wait for the balloons to take flight somewhere towards 7pm. And with the night burn not starting until 9pm, it was just too long for us to stay. Most of the visitors seem to know all this, almost certainly from previous visits, and rocked up from late afternoon onwards. That would seem to be the way to go.

Off now to wait for the sunshine to make another appearance, in the hope that we can head to the Dorset coastline somewhere and make the most of the rapidly diminishing school summer holidays.






All Change

Well…’s been a while, and it’s hard to know where to start. Life would seem to be a constant whirlwind at the moment, without even the vaguest of let ups.

Since moving house at the end of last year, something that’s had a radical effect for good on the entire family, there hardly seems time to take a breath, sit back and relax. For the most part I feel trapped on a rollercoaster with no way off, experiencing the highs and lows over and over again, only ever escaping in the midst of sleep, which doesn’t last nearly long enough.

Where to start?

My beautiful younger daughter, Poppy, who, like her sister I always think of as my baby, has had her last days at primary school and in September will be going to join her sister at secondary school. Where on Earth has all the time gone? It seems like only yesterday that I could carry her around on my shoulders, with her cooing at everything. IMG_3913But now, here she is, almost a grown up, even though she’s only 11. For the most part, it blows my mind. Of course I’m a proud father, of everything that she does. Her school work is excellent; she constantly reads…..which makes me so happy. I listen to her sing and play the guitar when she doesn’t know I’m there…..and it sounds fantastic. As well, her attitude to others almost brings a tear to my eye. She’s so caring and considerate, as well as being unbelievably…..CHEEKY!!! I’m not quite sure where she gets that from (I know really……it can only be the adult responsible for looking after her all the time) but quite often she can have me in stitches of laughter.

As well, I can no longer get away with saying something rude to my wife, in the company of my children, because however subtle I am, they both….BOTH!, fully understand exactly what’s going on, and always laugh in exactly the right places.


How is that even possible?

Anyhow, a big move to big school is imminent, something that she is incredibly excited about and has been for over a year now, even back then trying to choose her enrichment activities from the list her sister had been sent home with for her own choices. I would imagine that not all children would look forward to a change of schools, with some at the very least being off the scale nervous. But not her: she is relishing the challenge and can’t wait to get started – something else that makes me ever so proud.


My elder daughter is still battling the underlying neurological condition that she suffers from, presenting itself mainly as a headache that never goes away, staying with her from the moment she opens her eyes in the morning, to drifting off to sleep at night. It drives me mad. But there’s nothing doing on that front with regards to sorting it out. The neurologists at Southampton hospital have washed their hands of us. Thankfully she’s still under the care of the paediatricians at Salisbury District Hospital, which is some comfort, especially given how professional they are. Another hard worker at school, even with the condition that continues to blight her, she’s managed a full school year without any time off – a considerable achievement given everything she goes through. Not only that, but she continues to sing in the school choir to a very high standard, has passed her next singing exam with flying colours and…..has spent a full season training and playing hockey for Salisbury ladies 5th team. Proud doesn’t begin to cover it. I’ve been lucky enough to play on the same pitch as her over the summer, sometimes alongside, sometimes against, and it’s been an immense pleasure for me to do so. Watching her chase back, tackle, and attempt to beat a player, as well as scoring some fantastic goals, has been one of the highlights of the summer for me. Long may her interest in hockey continue.

What else?

My gorgeous wife has a new job. How cool is that? Not only that, but it’s one that she enjoys and is surrounded by consummate professionals. So not only proud of my daughters, but of my wonderful wife as well.

As for me, as I’ve described before, things never seem to stop. I spent all of last year rewriting all of my books. Well over half a million words. And I don’t mean re-editing. No! Rewriting the whole lot. It was the only way that I could do it. As if that wasn’t enough, the first three books in the series are all sporting new covers, something that I think adds to their appeal. Best of all, the cover for the fourth book is in my possession and it looks fabulous, even though currently I’m only 50,000 words into it. All 3 Books For Website_edited-1Probably only about a fifth of the way through. But having the cover…..knowing that it’s there and ready to go, will no doubt spur me on in the writing department. So while the social media side of things as always takes up too much time, it’s back to writing in an effort to get what has already been planned out, into words on the page. Difficult at the best of times, harder now that the kids are stuck with their grumpy daddy during the long summer holiday. It’s hard to know which of us will go insane first, them or me. My money’s on them…..undoubtedly their patience will be tried. But in the meantime we’ll try and get some days out if, of course, the weather improves. Currently the sun seems to have gone missing. If Gibbs were here, I’m sure he’d put out a BOLO for it.

New Year…..New Resolutions. Starting With…..A Book Promotion

After a poor 2016 with a significant family loss, and what at times felt like being plagued by illness, it was at least notable for two things. Firstly, moving house, after 17 years in the old place, something that although we’ve only been in our new place a matter of weeks, I feel will significantly benefit us all as a family, in oh so many ways. And then for me, the rewriting of all four of my books over the course of the year. A Twisted Prophecy is still in the editing process, but the others have all been rewritten, not just edited. And that means that I’ve written over half a million words during 2016, in the tiny gaps where life hasn’t been kicking our collective ass. On a personal note, that’s what I will take out of what I consider quite a poor year, for me and pretty much everyone else. So just to brighten things up a little, here is one of my favourite pictures that I snapped, of Salisbury Cathedral, early one September morning.


Salisbury Cathedral

So…..New Year’s Resolutions. All the normal ones of course: eat better, do more exercise, try and live a better life. On that front, my fourteen year old daughter has already taken me for a run. When we got home, it was hard to tell which of our bodies was in the greater shock. Oh well…..more of that to come I suppose. I will say at least it’s nice to have someone to run with. It certainly helps from a motivational point of view.

More writing this year would certainly be another goal. After all the rewriting last year, Book 4 has been on hold for quite some time, and only stands at 33,000 words, although it has been mapped out in quite a detailed way…..something I’ve never really done before. So I will be pounding the keys to see if I can get it finished by the end of the year. That’s probably slightly optimistic given that I would suggest it will be the longest book yet, and my guess is that it will exceed 300,000 words in total.

So to kick things off going into the New Year, I’m starting with a book promotion, offering up Book 1 in my series, Bentwhistle The Dragon in A Threat From The Past, on Amazon Kindle for 99 cents on and 99 pence on starting on Monday January 2nd, heading right on through to Sunday January 15th. If you love fantasy, dragons, hockey, lacrosse, rugby or any other team sport, please take a chance and download my book. What have you got to lose? I’m convinced that you’ll love it…..plot, characters, twists and turns and of course my warped sense of humour. An honest review would also be much appreciated. While you’re at it, why not check out my interview on The Dragons’ Geas, your stop for all things fantastical and fun!


Wishing each and every one of you a Happy New Year.

Paul Cude

New Year, Oh Dear

You always hope that the New Year will freshen things up, from New Year’s resolutions, to just generally cleaning up your act, getting fitter, working harder and doing those jobs that have been put off. Two years ago, the start of 2014 was undoubtedly the worst time of my life, with my elder daughter’s illness consuming the whole family, and almost living in Southampton hospital for weeks at a time.


Part Of My Voodoo Doll Impression

You can read about that here

This year seems to have thrown us another dozy. As well as what I would describe as a major setback to what I hoped would be the ongoing recovery of my daughter from her rare illness, I’ve been admitted to hospital twice in a week for unexpected and unrelated reasons, as well as a sudden death in the family shattering everything around us. It’s been what can only be described as a living nightmare.

I was ordered to the ENT department by my GP late on a Friday morning at the start of February, as a medical emergency because of my continued sinus problems which have lasted over six years now. The concerned consultants there took one look at me and immediately admitted me to stay over for the entire weekend so that I could be pumped full of antibiotics.

A Rare Day Out

A Rare Day Out

Something of an unusual case for them, I gathered. On managing to escape from my hospital bed late on the Sunday, we as a family headed north for the funeral and all the preparations that entailed. Tuesday evening came around, just over 48 hours after being discharged from the ward in Salisbury, before the most amazing pain started to consume me. First a paramedic, and then an ambulance arrived, by which time I was diagnosed as having a kidney stone. I can’t tell you the pain I was in as I was carted off to hospital. The medical professionals were all fantastic, especially the nurses who seemed to be the only ones to be able to find one of my veins to put in a cannula so that I could have some pain relief. As you can see from the picture, the two short stays gave me something of the voodoo doll look. Apparently I have tricky veins…, I’m not joking. Not a pretty picture.

I managed to make the funeral; it was a close run thing, but one way or another I would have attended.

The Stunning New Forest

The Stunning New Forest

But with more scans planned for when I returned south, life by then had been well and truly turned upside down.

Sitting here I long for the return of normality, the humdrum routine of our everyday life, but currently it seems a million miles away. Odd that you could yearn for something so normal that you almost always take it for granted. Nothing special, head down, working hard, writing, looking after the kids, social media, household chores, DIY, etc, etc. It couldn’t ever really be classed as exciting, or even slightly satisfactory. But I miss it now more than I could have ever realised I would. Not weeks, more like months to get back to what I would regard as our family’s routine, that’s how I see it.

I Love The Sea

I Love The Sea

Disappointed doesn’t begin to cover it. We’ve managed to grab a handful of days out as a family since the year started, but they’ve been few and far between. For over a month I went without seeing the sea. I can’t tell you how much I didn’t like that. So there it is. Our continuing struggle with the New Year. I truly hope all of you are faring better.

Oh How I Love The Cold

SAMSUNG CSCIt’s back, thank goodness. The cold. I love it. Like a long lost friend that you haven’t seen for years, it’s been great to catch up over the weekend. It reminds me of so many good things. Hockey, first and foremost I suppose. All those games, running around to keep warm (yes, me…..running), breath freezing deliciously, fingers so numb it’s nearly impossible to hold the stick, either that or choosing gloves, making it nearly impossible to hold the stick. Numb fingers for me every time…..thanks. It brings back so many memories. That plus the fact that my birthday (December), my eldest daughter’s birthday (November) and of course Christmas, all magical times, fall within that chilly part of the calendar. The mild, moist kind of weather does absolutely nothing for me, as I suspect is the way for most people. Yesterday we had a fabulous walk at one of our favourite places…..Hengistbury Head on the Dorset coastline. Arriving at stupid o’clock, just after sunrise, it was cold. Not as cold as some of our previous visits, but cold enough. SAMSUNG CSCThe plants, all wrapped in white, spiky coats looked magnificent. My camera was constantly on the go. Even the sand was frozen, significantly in some places. And with few people stupid, or brave enough to be out at that time, a sense of calmness and serenity drifted over the whole place. Needless to say there was running, jumping, building, bounding… name it, we were up to it at the beach, without of course the swimming.(a little chilly for that. I mean we’re mad, but not quite that mad) So that was yesterday. Brilliant. And having missed it so much, I do hope it continues for the next month or so. Not only so I can practice my photography skills, but so I can relive so many of those wonderful memories.

Having spoken previously about my work of fan fiction, that’s currently been put to one side. Since having seen Star Wars The Force Awakens, I’ve most definitely fallen out of love with everything Star Wars. It’s not something that’s happened consciously, and I can’t tell you how disappointed I am about it. But that’s just how I feel at the moment. SAMSUNG CSCI can’t even look at the massive collection of Star Wars books I have when I walk past them. That’s how bad it is. Maybe I’ll pick it up in the future at some point. Given how I planned it all out, and have written quite a large chunk of it, I do hope that will be the case. So with that put on the back burner, I have, in what little free time I’ve had, been cracking on with book 4 in the Bentwhistle the Dragon series. Having planned it out to within an inch of its life has certainly made things better, and I’m more focused than ever. It’s still going to be some time before it’s ready, but hopefully with every month that passes, significant progress will be made.