A celebration day. Serving the Serpent is released.



I hope you will help me celebrate the release of my newest book.


Serving the Serpent.

Click the cover to buy.

This is a special day for me as this book is my fourth release this year, along with the ten times my stories have been part of the Sexy to Go boxed set monthly releases.



There will be some more Here be Dragons posts the rest of this week.

Thanks for reading.

Daisy Banks

Here be Dragons Day 6. A young god, a tortoise, and an emerald dragon.


A tale where the dragon helps the good guy is a delight. My last few posts have been full of the cruelty and greedy eating habits of dragons. There will be more of that to come I’m afraid as dragon legends are full of such things, but today I want to share a story from the East, where dragons have a different reputation.

An ancient Chinese legend tells of the time that Tien Ti, Emperor of Heaven, looked down upon the world and found the wickedness of the human race too much to countenance. Determined to put the situation to rights Tien Ti sent a great flood to cover the world and punish the wretched humans.
At his order the pillars supporting the world cracked, rice fields were submerged in endless rain, tiled buildings collapsed, and rivers overflowed their banks sweeping all away. Soon much of the earth lay submerged.
The few humans left clung on where they could and pleaded for help, beseeching the gods to save them. One young god named Yu heard the cries and they moved him to great pity. He pleaded with Tien Ti to end the flood and save the poor humans.
Tien Ti took a fresh look at what was left of the earth and agreed the flood had done all it should. He relented his anger and set the youthful god Yu a task. To help the young god in his work, Tien Ti sent a gigantic black tortoise to earth. On its back the tortoise carried a magic kind of soil which when scattered would soak up the floodwater and form new land. Along with the tortoise, Tien Ti summoned a dragon, one with emerald scales and wings, who he commanded to help the youthful god Yu in his work to sculpt the new land.
Yu and the dragon descended to the watery world. For thirty years they travelled with the tortoise all across the globe working tirelessly to distribute the magical earth and create new lands for the humans to inhabit. Yu worked so hard it is said “the wind alone was his comb and the soft rains his bath.”

Chinese green dragon flying

With the help and power of his emerald green dragon Yu made mountains, carved great gorges, and spread wide and fertile plains using earth from the tortoise’s back. Yu’s flying dragon dragged his glistening tail through the new land to etch the path of rivers and scooped out valleys to create a glistening and beautiful world.

I have to say it is lovely to see a dragon in such a positive light. Tomorrow is Tuesday Treat and I’ll be offering you a short snippet from my new story Serving the Serpent. You can read Chapter 1 for free now, up on the my books section. You can also pre order a copy of this sweet, fantasy tale if you wish and get a generous 20% early bird discount too.


Click to pre-order.

Thanks for reading.
Daisy Banks

Here be Dragons. Day 1.

Here be Dragons.


Welcome to the first in my series of dragon posts. I hope these will help get you in the mood for the release of my new book, Serving the Serpent, published by Liquid Silver Books on the 23rd of November.

You will find dragon posts here each day this month except Thursdays when I have guest bloggers from the Paranormal Romance Tour and Sundays when I participate in Sexy Snippets. Saying that, Serving the Serpent is a sweet story suitable for all those young at heart.

My fascination with dragons goes back a long way. I think it began as I read Norse myths and legends as a child. The dragon motif seemed ever present and I always found it beautiful. I’ll be using some of those images in the blogs as they go on this month.
Seemingly, or at least as far as is presently known, the term ‘Here be Dragons’ was first used in the late medieval period. If you know of an earlier use of that specific term than 1503 please let me know. The words were accompanied by a little sketch of a serpent or sea monster as the phrase was used on early maps to denote places of danger. Some say the term refers to actual beasts, others say it was a general warning of places where difficulties could be expected for the adventuring crews who sailed and mapped the globe.

 map of here be dragons

I find old maps like the one in the image fascinating. The cartographers in the past made exquisite creations to depict the world and of course, they only had the sea captain’s descriptions to work with.

Strangely enough modern sightings of flying dragons are not as rare as you might think. In the USA and in South America reports of gigantic winged creatures have been made in the modern era. In Wales in the early 1980s a rash of unexplained sheep deaths were blamed by some on a local serpent with a taste for lamb.
In the next few days I’ll be looking deeper into dragon myth, dragon lore and its international occurrences.
Do call back tomorrow to find out about the earliest known representations of dragons.


Available for pre order with a 20% discount as of today.

Click the cover to pre order your copy.

Chapter One of Serving the Serpent is up on the ‘My Books page’ for you to read. I hope you enjoy it. Let me know.

Thanks for reading.
Daisy Banks

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Tuesday Treat. A snippet from Serving the Serpent.

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Welcome to Tuesday Treat and today I offer you a snippet from my  new book

from Liquid Silver Books

Serving the Serpent.

Available 23rd of November.

This is a sweet fantasy romance that I hope you will love.


On the first of November I’ll be posting Chapter One on the My Books page and hopefully a pre-order link, and we begin a month of posts for Here Be Dragons.

Enjoy this little snippet.

Herensuge flopped down so hard the sandy floor juddered. He curled his upper lip above his longest tooth and sucked in a deep breath. Dissatisfaction poured through every one of his ruffled scales. “I wish you could read faster, boy.”
“Do you know how hard it is reading Old Norse? There are no helpful little translations in here. I don’t know which bit of the manuscript deals with this particular problem.” The lad sat cross-legged some way off, the huge leather-bound book across his knees, well out of reach of the splashes of the water cascading down over the circular hole in the limestone roof of the cave. “I’m sorry, Heren,” Leif said. “I’m doing my best. I swear to you. I don’t want you to get ill. Here, have a cloudberry.” He flipped one over.
Mollified more by the use of his close name than the small berry he snapped up, Heren eyed the lad. “I apologize too. I know you’re working hard to find the answer. If only I could recall the cure. But it’s all so long ago, lad. Centuries of dreaming, and the world is a far different place.”
Leif nodded. “I know. Now, you relax, listen to the music, and I’ll keep reading. Try to stay calm. The last thing we need is a big burn-up.”
Resigned to the music and his continued suffering, Herensuge lounged. He tapped a claw in time to the drums and watched his diamond and gold claw ring send brilliant sparkles of light dancing on the cave walls. All very well, but the tingling itch remained. The uncomfortable itching got worse every day and forced him to roll and writhe against the thick rock pillars or lie with his belly submerged in the cool of the turquoise water, and yet even the icy chill of the pool didn’t soothe the heat. A fresh rumbling growl rose from his stomach.
Leif glanced up from the book. “Not again.”
“Sorry.” A cloud of smoke wafted from Heren’s open mouth, followed by a flash of red fire that licked toward the youth. The lad yanked the book away and grabbed the fire extinguisher he’d insisted on bringing into the cave for the last month.
“Loki’s balls! Please, Heren, I want to keep mine. Breathe the other way if you must flame.”
A wave of despair hit. Miserable, he shook his head, slithered so his hindquarters and the long length of his tail lay in the pool, turned his head away, and closed his eyes. If it weren’t for the terrible, dreadful urge to burn, the savage discomfort caused by all the itching, he’d have been singing with Leif or perhaps they might have enjoyed a game of chess. Oh, this was truly a cruelty inflicted by the gods. He’d do anything to end the suffering. Slowly, like a winter icicle melting under the first rays of the spring sun, the answer bloomed in his mind.