The Lad is Dead

It’s been a few years since I wrote a novel.

The one thing I do have in common with most people who read this is that I’m bored.

I like to read.

I’ve always enjoyed fiction, especially the novels of Yann Martel, and I’ve even been a fan of the novelists, Stephen King, and Mark Lawrence.

I’m a sucker for the good old-fashioned detective story, the old-school horror stories, the weird, the dark, and the scary.

And so I decided to write one.

The Lad has been one of the more popular and successful novels I’ve written, and its success has inspired a series of novels by authors ranging from Yann and John up to Neil Gaiman, which I’m excited to read and share with you today.

I’m also a fan, especially of the novels that feature a character who has a lot in common and has an identical twin sister.

My name is David L. Johnson, and this is my second novel, The Lad.

Like most people, I have a love for old-time stories and a love of adventure.

When I was young, my parents would read a few of the old pulp fiction that were popular in the ’50s and ’60s, like Edgar Rice Burroughs and Arthur C. Clarke, and they would often ask me what I wanted to do when I grew up.

My answer was to become a writer.

I knew that when I was older that my dream would be to write and I could tell my parents, “Look, I’m going to write this thing, and when I’m done, I’ll have it published.”

I was so happy when my parents told me that I would have it finished by the time I was in middle school.

That was a long time ago.

I still think about that day, and that’s how much of a joy I found writing The Lad, when I could write in front of my parents and tell them that I had written a book that they could read.

So The Lad was born.

And, like all good adventures, it took me years to complete.

I wanted it to be a true sequel to the book I had just finished.

And as the years went by, the writing became a little more difficult.

I tried to finish the story and have it done in a year, but it took three years, and my parents were always very disappointed.

It wasn’t until a few months ago, when my wife and I were talking about what we wanted to write, that we realized how much it had taken us to finish.

My story is set in a fantasy world, in a land where I am the heir to a throne that I have spent my life building.

My father was a master builder of castles, and his castle is the headquarters of the royal family.

I have no idea how I got into that castle.

I never went there, nor have I ever met the king.

I guess I got to know the king by visiting him once or twice.

But I never did the castle.

The Lad is set on the shores of a beautiful river, the River Llanwern.

I always imagined myself as a riverboat captain on the river.

I was born to be the heir of the throne, and by the age of three I was already the most powerful person in the land.

And by the late ’80s I was also the king of a small kingdom, a kingdom with a kingdom, and it wasn’t long before I was the king, and everyone was happy with that.

But one day, a king named Sir Robert had a dream that the kingdom would fall apart.

The king was a prince of the same name, and he dreamed that he would be the next to rule the kingdom.

And when Sir Robert saw his kingdom crumble, he was devastated, because he wanted to return to his homeland.

He was not sure whether to stay in his homeland or to leave, so he decided to stay.

And then I saw Sir Robert’s kingdom crumble around him, and so I joined forces with my friend, the young prince, and we went to the River Leinster, which is the biggest river in Wales.

We sailed for four years, until we reached Leinsters Bay.

The Leinistans are a large, wide-open river, so we were in the middle of a large island, a small island.

And it was so hot in the summer that the water in the water was almost boiling.

I got soaked by the hot water, and Sir Robert said, “Why don’t you swim in the river?”

And I said, No.

I had been swimming in the ocean for five years, so I didn’t know what to do.

So I walked down the small island, and after walking for four days, I got on a raft and swam back to my home.

And I told Sir Robert, “I want to go home, because I want to