Here's the link for those wanting the Kindle version of The Wounded Bear; this link is for the US store only, till Amazon publish it also on the UK store.
This edition is only PART ONE of the Last Man to Avalon book; part two, King of the Future, is still a work in progress, which I hope will be finished sometime in November of this year.

Unfortunately, and honestly due to unforeseen circumstances, the writing of this final part of the Last Man has slowed down to a major crawl. Events in my personal life have put me into a hard place that requires time to heal and get on with my work. My desire is to finish The Silurian series as best I can, to overcome the private life issues, and forge ahead to the very end. I can only warn my readers that the arrival of the final edition may take longer than my projected finish this November.
Many thanks to all my readers for your understanding and patience.
L.a.

A little promotional page of summaries of The Silurian books; quick and easy scroll, with clickable book covers that takes you to Smashwords.com, or Lulu.com.

How to interact with my books at BookPulse. Here is the full Silurian series so far with book extracts and reviews:  
b1: The Fox and The Bear
b2: The King of Battles
b3: Arthur's Army
b4: Hunters and Killers
b5: Longhand, White-tooth and the Fox
b6: Bedwyr's Loss
b7: The Blacksmith's Hammer
b8: Facing the Bear
b9: The Fox on the Water
b10: The Wounded Bear

The final book:
Last Man to Avalon; Part Two: King of the Future is now a work in progress, with a hopeful publishing date sometime this year before November, 2013.

The Wounded Bear

The Silurian, Book Ten: Last Man to Avalon, Part ONE: The Wounded Bear is now published...what will be will be...
The story begins exactly where book NINE left off.

There is only one more book to go, the writing of which has not even begun. I will probably need to take a break for a while, as the writing of the final part will be the hardest of all, and it's going to cost me a great deal of emotional pain. I need time to think about it carefully, even though I already know the major final part of the story. I already know how both Arthur and Bedwyr will die, it's just getting there that's the hard part.

So The Wounded Bear is not a book in itself, just a part thereof, and I needed to publish it in order to move on. Once the final part is written, I will join the two parts into one great whole, with a new cover, and it will be published also in paperback, one huge volume of work that will be titled only: Last Man to Avalon...

I admit here that the Wounded Bear is a hard read; complex, as the forces that destroy the Bear once and for all are complex and cannot easily be written about in a form that makes it like other books. This is Bedwyr's life, and he will not make this an easy journey, as this is no easy journey for him, or for Arthur. If a man is dying and seeing his end and that of the one he loves the most in life, and if that man is the Fox, he will not make it easy; he will not strip the bones to the bare minimum, as this is a life that deserves to be told in its fullness of glory and suffering. His words are not the words of a modern-aged minimalist; his is a life that is a saga of suffering and action, love and death, loss and grief, and he cannot in any way speak with a clipped tongue.

I love him too much to gag him, and so...The Wounded Bear is no easy read.
Thank you again to all those who support my work, and I love you all to bits...
L.A.xxx

Spoiler 2

From Chapter 14: The Sword Returns

I stood my ground against him.

He whispered now, “For all of these years, he’s been waiting for you to make the first move…you were special to him. You are special. Your beauty, your uniqueness, your fame, yet Arthur loved you for yourself. You could have done anything to him, and he would have allowed you to do it. Only you. No one else. Because to him, you walked above it all. He worshipped you. You were his light in the darkness of his heart and his pain. And now I will take his place. So I will love you too. And tomorrow is a new day.”

And with that, he turned away and left me standing.

Standing in his dark shadow.

In the loss of Arthur’s light.

So now it was all dark.

In the loss of Arthur…I saw only darkness.

I walked on in Medraut’s shadow all the way to the north gates of Eburacum, there to call out the Brigantes to war. We came down on them from the north, and stopped at their gates that were shut and barred against us, for they had long seen us coming. Our banners went up, flying the White Snake. White Snake and Red Dragon, but the Dragon banner was not with us now, and it was not right. Medraut set his war-horns blowing. But the Brigantes did not come out.

We sat outside their gates for two days; one day in pouring rain.

Medraut would not move, and he blocked travellers and traders from entering the city from the north, forcing them to change their courses for the eastern road. This action of his caused a lot of protest and pain; we were disrupting lawful trade, and for it, the Brigantes finally opened their gates, and two lone men rode out to face us.

I sat at Medraut’s left side, and I turned and ordered Marc back. He was forbidden to engage in battle, if it should come our way, but he must sit it out on the edge of the field. His face was dark when I ordered him back, and he obeyed me only so far…far enough away, still close to hand. Cai and Afan joined us, Prince Llacheu sat on Medraut’s right, and we waited for the two lone riders.

So the Brigantes stopped before us, and one cried out, “What right does the White Snake have to invade our lands and block our roads? Prince Medraut, ride forth and explain yourself!” And that was the wrong thing to say to Medraut. He ordered me to keep where I was with my mouth shut, for as far as being diplomatic was concerned, Medraut was far worse than I, and I saw war in his eyes...