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Publication date: February 28th 2016
Genres: Fantasy, Young Adult
Joshua’s life is on the line, as he attempts to navigate through the magical world of Forestium to find the truth about his father. He and his companions will need to use all their cunning to stay alive and avoid the dark forces of the Goat. Will he find the magical orbs and open the Portallas, a magical gateway to other worlds, before he’s killed?
Joshua sets out to learn the truth about his father. Along the way, he finds friends, enemies, adventure, romance and himself.
Christopher Morgan is an author, blogger, IT Manager, graphics artist, businessman, volunteer and family man living in Melbourne, Australia. Much of his time is spent volunteering for his local community. He creates visual learning resources for primary school children, which are marketed through his company Bounce Learning Kids. He is also involved in local civics and sits on various community & council committees.
Christopher was born in the UK and grew up in England’s South East. At age 20, he moved to The Netherlands, where he married Sandy, his wife of 28 years. Christopher quickly learned Dutch and the couple spent 8 years living in the far South of that country before they moved to Florida in 1996. After spending 7 years in Florida, Christopher and Sandy sold their home and spent the next 2 years backpacking around the world. Christopher has visited around 40 countries to date.
Whilst circumnavigating the globe, Christopher wrote extensively, churning out travel journals. He and Sandy settled back in the UK at the end of their world tour, where their two children were both born. In 2009, the family moved to Melbourne, Australia, where they now live.
FORESTIUM is Christopher’s debut novel and is the first in the PORTALLAS series.
Melachor and Veloria stopped just long enough to catch their
Melachor felt Sandor’s forehead with his palm. The skin was
still damp and hot to the touch. The infant’s breathing had
become increasingly laboured and he was now gasping for breath.
Melachor stared at the tattered map, his hand shaking.
“Please, Melachor, we must rest.” Veloria leaned against a
grungy building with the infant limp in her arms, barely able to
stand. Her fatigued toddler whined as he clung to her.
Sandor continued whimpering. Time was running out.
Melachor shook his head and heaved a sigh as he caught his wife’s
eye. She clutched a protective arm around Jared’s shoulders. Both
of them feared their toddler might also catch this plague.
They peeked up and down the filthy alleyway. Screams rang out
from all directions. Pandemonium in the distance wrenched at
their attention but Sandor’s wellbeing was all they could focus on
“This way, Vel” he said, leading his exhausted family further
into the maze of backstreets.
People had been running for cover, and the winding alleys were now all but empty. The sun’s rays didn’t penetrate into these
narrow passages and a foul stench hung in the air. Shady figures
lingered in the shadows, and he felt eyes staring at them from
The rickety, wooden buildings gave no outward sign of what lay
behind each door. Melachor knew it was unsafe to bring his family
here, but if Sandor were to stand any chance of surviving the
illness, he needed to find a Metamorph and quickly. The pox had
claimed so many lives already and time was running out for
Although no longer a Trader, Melachor had spent many years
travelling from village to village and was a good listener. It was by
no means clear whether the legends were true or just tales told by
drunks and con-artists. But these were desperate times. The map
was the only clue they had to help them find the mythical creature,
and it had led them to these backstreets. Melachor had risked his
life to get his hands on the map and he hoped it was not in vain.
Veloria clutched Sandor in one hand and clung to Jared with
the other. She shuffled closely behind her husband as he led them
through the muddy alleys.
The family reached an intersection. Melachor looked in all
directions, trying to find a familiar landmark, but his search was in
vain. It had been too long since he was last here in the Southern
Tip. Already one of Forestium’s largest settlements, it had grown
considerably in recent years.