Prali is a small town in the highlands of the Northern Italy choosen by Davidson L. Haworth as a location of his story.
Davidson has been working on his fantasy trilogy since 2006. The first book, The Dragon of Prali, was released in February 2010 and the second book, The Wizard of Prali, was released in September 2011, and the last installment, The Vampires of Prali, came out January 2013.
The Vampires of Prali
The sun beamed down upon the Turin Basilica presenting another spring day to the people of the region. Roses in the church courtyard slowly opening, expanding their petals towards the beams of light, a morning yawn to a new day of promise and jubilation of peace, but inside the church the talk will not be of peace, but of war. The double doors of the courtyard opens up with two monks pulling the large doors inward, the other side of the entrance gives way to holy crusaders who wear the red cross upon their chests and shields. The hooves of the steeds making a clanking sound against the courtyard cobblestones announcing their arrival. Standing upon the sun dried cobblestones that were covered with morning dew just moments before, the bishop appears."Greetings General Gelson," Bishop Bernard extending his hand upward towards the general of Britannia.
A short laugh escapes the general's mouth with a smiling grin towards the bishop. "Nonsense my Lord, allow me to remove myself from my steed so I may come to you on bended knee and kiss your ring of holiness." General Crispin Gelson jumping from his horse to greet the bishop and meeting his eyes face to face, "My good general Gelson, no reason to do such formal theatrics, I am just a man who serves the church. How was your journey from Britannia? General Clement Laurent of France has already arrived and is waiting for us in the meeting hall. You may inform your men that they can rest their horses and seek rest in Turin until we have formulated a joint plan of attack against the enemy." The muscular general turned towards his men and spoke through his thick beard. "Boys, take your steeds to the church stables and enjoy the city until I call for you." The men under the general's command cheered with pleasure with the new order from their leader. The tall general once again faced his priestly friend and said. "I am all yours my Lord, may we come to a conclusion for victory." The two friends walked into the meeting hall where they will make their plans for battle against the vampire empire and their Saracen warriors. Read more
The Wizard of Prali
Across from the dragon's remains on the other side of the church behind the altar, the ice encasing of the wizard begins to crack. The lava melting the tomb of the last known wizard, the dragon remains giving way to a new era in evil, the wizard's prison melts. Suddenly the rumbling ceases, the lava loses its firm control over the damaged church. Slowly the lava seeps back to its origins. The church remains silent and still, the ground damaged, the golden walls cracked, the bones of the dragon incinerated. The encased wizard still imprisoned by the ice, cracks in the ice allowing warm air to enter the casing. The wizard's mouth moves slightly, his mind returning to conscience thought. Mumbling of words escape his cracked elderly lips. "Oh mighty Lord Satan, god of this world, god of my flesh, god of my mind, god of my inner most will. Every part of this world is within your power. You are within every part of this world. Every part of me is within your power. You are within every part of me. I am yours, whether I serve you willingly or not, for I am myself, whether I am true to myself or not. Of my own free will, I now acknowledge your abundant power of my own free will, I now present myself to You, in your service" The wizard speaking the words, the words to his master. The enemy of the world free to wreak havoc among God's people, Satan's wizard returns once more. The ice cracking, crashing to the ground, blocks of ice sliding down the church altar steps, slowly melting away into the dark cracks and crevices. The wizard stretching out his hand, a devilish smile comes to his face. "I AM FREE!!!!!" His eyes red, filled with revenge and hate. The wizards delight becomes infectious with madness. His laughs fill the cavernous church. "The apostles thought they could stop me. Pope Clement of Rome thought he could stop me. That ridiculous priest Bernard thought he could stop me. NOTHING CAN STOP SIMON MAGNUS!!!!!"
The Dragon of Prali
"For years, the inhabitants of Prali, a small Italian mountain town near the French border, lived in peace. They believed that danger would never come to them. However, deep within a mountain cave, a one-of-a-kind dragon feasts on rats and mice living within the cave. While he grows, he discovers this is not enough. He craves the taste of cow, oxen, and humans.
The last of his kind, the dragon launches a brutal attack on the people of Prali. After the terrorizing havoc of the dragon. Bernard, a young Franciscan monk; Mary, a misplaced English girl; and the arrogant knight Leonardo. Join forces to eliminate the dragon and bring peace to the people of Prali.
Only the courage and strength of the three dragon hunters will save the world from destruction. As they travel through the mysterious forests, and deep caverns of the region. They discover the secrets of the hidden lair and an underworld that time has forgotten. They journey to the farthest reaches of the dragon's lair to face their ultimate destiny."