Obedience Will Be Enforced, Imprisoned in Stone #WeWriWa

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Today's excerpt is from the dark fantasy Imprisoned in Stone. To set, the scene. Cuhlrich, the head of the Brethren has decreed a successor will be created. What Colwynn and the woman chosen for him want is irrelevant. Love is not required. If seduction fails, magic will enforce obedience.  Now the Sunday Snippet.

 

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​Excerpt

With two fingers Aine pulled a wild rose from the circlet of blooms in her hair. She held the flower to her lips and blew, wafting the delicate scent to Colwynn. A shock ran up his back. Icy cords of a spell wrapped around his heart. Between one beat and the next, the vice of the geas tightened. He grabbed for a lifeline—the ring his mother had worn most of her life. Light flashed from the garnet stone on his finger. 

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​I hope you like the snippet I shared from Imprisoned in Stone. Be sure to read the other Weekend Writing Warriors blogs and the #SnippetSunday authors for more great reads. 

~till next time, Helen

Pirates Sighted, Windmaster #SnippetSunday

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Visit the other participants on the list and read, and comment on their 8sunday posts.

​Today's excerpt is from Windmaster, the first book of the fantasy, romance series, the Windmaster Novels. To set, the scene, Sea Falcon has been boarded.  And now the SundaySnippet.

Excerpt:
 
 “Masts ho, on the starboard bow.” Before she could act, another yell reached the already edgy crew. “Pirates! She flies a black banner crossed by white lightning.”

“Pirates! All hands to arms!” Ellspeth’s voice, pitched for battle, carried from one end of the ship to the other. “Prepare to repel boarders. No quarter!”

The Sea Falcon’s first officer spun the ship’s wheel in an attempt to avoid the unseen object. The screech of hull on hull pierced the air.


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​I hope you like the snippet I shared for Ellspeth this week. Be sure to read the other Weekend Writing Warriors blogs and the #SnippetSunday authors for more great reads. ~till next time, Helen

Hooked on Imprisoned in Stone, Surprise at the Cave #MFRWHooks

For the next several weeks, the posts have showcased magic of a darker kind. From Imprisoned in Stone, a snippit using the #Bookqw "good." To set the stage, last week the escape continued when Maerva met her brother. In the interim he sailed her and her friends to a deserted isle. Sanctuary is elusive as the Brethren have invaded the island. And her adopted child is missing.

Excerpt:

Maerva paced the beach, as if her activity could bring the men to shore faster. Small boats from both vessels ferried Darach and his kin, including Dris, now sporting his own throwing ax, to the shore. Soon the woodcutters stood amidst sailors, who though they bore the mark of blade or hook, all projected a fierce determination. Each man clutched a knife or whatever makeshift weapon he had. After a quiet farewell, Uisge headed back to his vessel. Sails bellied out in the stiff breeze and the Highland Maid headed out to sea. The Wayward Mist awaited a final signal from her captain before she would leave for a secluded hiding place with the children and women of Darach’s kin who could not fight.

Looking at those gathered around her, one thing was apparent, they needed more arms. Although she wanted to run to find Colwynn and Dylan, Maerva kept her pace to a fast walk—and headed to the skip jack cave rather than inland. The maw of the cave’s entrance appeared all too quickly. Arcil brushed past with a lit torch in his hands. Low growls stopped him in his tracks. Four large shapes separated from the shadows. Light glinted off fangs

“Arcil, wait,” Maerva called out. She stepped forward, her hands held outward. The shapes resolved into large dogs. The animals lapped at her hands, then sat at her quiet command. A gesture sent the men behind her to several boxes stacked above the high-water line. “Weapons are in there, help yourselves.” Although the dogs eyed the men balefully, they did not move. Kneeling, Maerva patted the dogs on the heads. “Why are you here, boys?”

One dog took Maerva’s hand in his mouth and guided her toward the tarp-covered boat. She lifted the canvas and peered underneath. Gramail slept peacefully under a scrap of canvas; her head cushioned on a dog. She woke up and held a finger to her lips

Reaching in, Maerva fought back tears and cradled the child.

“Daddy said it was time to play the shhhsh game.” The four-year-old smiled showing a missing front tooth. “Did I do good, Mommy?”

The trust in the child’s eyes eroded Maerva’s control even more. “Yes, little one you did good, very good. Would you like to visit Uncle Arcil’s boat?”

“Yes, Mommy,” Gramail chirped.

“Then, you shall.” Maerva waved Dris and Wayward Mist’s young deckhand forward. “You remember Jonus. And this is Dris, a special friend of mine. They will take you to the boat, but only if you promise to do what they tell you.”

“No.” Dris and Jonus echoed in unison. “We stay and fight.”

Maerva signaled Arcil to silence. She grew in stature, then retreated back into herself. Her expression softened. “Jonus, Wayward Mist is shorthanded. She needs you more than ever. And you are very good with the children.” A hand laid on Dris’ shoulder did nothing to remove his closed expression. “Dris, your axe is needed more on the Mist than on land. Others are here, but none can take your place there.”

Both youths’ downcast eyes argued their approval, albeit unwillingly. They nodded their compliance.

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Hooked on Windmaster Golem, Bookqw Dark #mfrwhooks

 Magic animated the golem. Can someone without powers stop them?
 

A snippit from Windmaster Golem using the Book Quote Word, DARK. To set the stage, Relliq is not happy with his assignment as apprentice to a village healer. While she is out on a mission of mercy, he experiments with magic.  The result is the first encounter between competitors for Kiansel's affection.

Relliq threw more magic into the spell. A man appeared. Tall and wide-shouldered, he strode with confidence along at steep trail. Gray ropes snatched at his legs. The air around the figure thickened and within a heartbeat became an impenetrable haze.

Now the liquid in the bowl once again showed its true nature. As he had just moments before, Relliq searched his memory for the means to use and control the spell. A pairing came to mind. “Night be dark, light be gone, mist turn into a living fog,” he hissed.

What had been a haze thickened and pulsed in a rhythm that mirrored a heartbeat.

Relliq’s lips parted. He leaned closer to the bowl. The shadowed man fell, rose to his feet, shambled a few paces, fell again, then on hands and feet crawled through the swirling mass. Movement ceased when the figure placed his back against a sheer rock face.

The liquid in the bowl shimmered, then exploded. Sparks flew around the room, landing on the table, the floor, and in Relliq’s hair. Slaps put out the embers that burned his skin and clothes. Remnants of the shattered spell danced along the bowl’s rim as glowing sprites. After a frenetic dance, they merged and flared into a solid flame. A shriek at the pain in his hands and Relliq threw the bowl against the wall. Fire flowed down the wall where the blood droplets touched the stone.

His hastily whispered dispersion spell touched the flames which flickered into nothingness to cast the room into darkness. A single moonbeam pierced the gloom and moved across the room to pin the doorway in a spectral glow.

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Hooked on Golem. Vision in the Bowl, #MFRWhooks

 

 

Magic animated the golem. Can someone without powers stop them?
 

A snippit from Windmaster Golem. To set the stage, the last snippit held part of Kiasel's first hint of her stalker. Now we see who was on the other end of the ethereal cord.

Excerpt 

 

“Tell me your name,” Relliq cooed. “I must know your name.”

In response, a sense of determination, then a clear rejection of the command came through the silver cord connecting him to the woman in the water. The image shifted. Even at the distance, Relliq could feel her gathering magic into a protective cloak.

Despite his demand for her to stay, the water returned to its natural state. Not even a ripple noted the passing of the ethereal connection.

“No,” he yelled. “I will have you.” His mind searched through the spells and incantations he knew. A quick search of the room and he realized he didn’t have the necessary materials for a spell. The image of the place of torment, the healer’s workroom, filled his mind. Containers of herbs lined the shelves and withies hung from pegs. “Ysbail’s shelves are full. She won’t miss a few things.

His feet took control and a heartbeat later he raced through the empty streets to the healer’s office. He barely slowed as he barrelled over the threshold and didn’t slow until he reached the back room. Rummaging through the wooden box in which she kept small items needed for the casting of magic, he palmed a spool of thread. A twist removed the cap from a finger-length wooden tube and he slid a needle out. “I just need one more thing.” A moment to center his thoughts and he cast his senses outward until he slipped into the Cyrcle of One. His hand hovered over the rolls of tubes containing maps of the known world.

“Powers that be, work through my hand, Show me the place so I can command.”

Where before the shaft of light coming through the window lit a small dot on the floor, now the beam slid across the stones and up the bookcase. It lingered at one spot until a tube glowed.

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Hooked on Windmaster Golem, Stalked #mfrwhooks

 

Magic animated the golem. Can someone without powers stop them?
 

A snippit from Windmaster Golem. Last week you were introduced to Brodie and the attack by an unseen mage. Only Brodie's desperate call to the Archmage's young daughter saved his life when with a flick of her fingers she dispelled the strangling fog.

Today, it is Kiansel's turn. She is the sister to Brantly, the Oracle of Givneh. To set the stage, Kiansel's stalker makes his first appearance.

Cold enveloped Kia. Her hand stopped in mid-knock. Although she knew no one was in sight, she still looked over her shoulder and scanned the street. Use of the postern door was restricted to senior members of the temple. I will not betray Brantly’s trust in me, she thought. Neither Brantly my brother, nor Brantly the Oracle of Givneh.

Ghostly fingers caressed her hair. The touch slid down her arm, not a lover’s touch, but that of an icy wind. The feeling of a presence was so strong she put her back against the wall. What heat the stones retained from the noon-day sun did nothing to warm her skin—or soul.

No one is there, reality encouraged.

No one you can see, caution answered.

For long moments she stood watching the street. Finally, the bags of vegetables she had purchased at the market grew heavy. “This is ridiculous,” she growled. “There is no one there.” This is just a case of nerves.

A toss of her head cleared an errant strand of hair from her face. A whispered incantation to cloak herself from the prying eyes of villagers and she knocked.

The hidden door slid open to reveal the same young soldier who was on duty when she left earlier that morning. “Greetings, mistress.” However, instead of the usual wave, he brushed past her and scanned the street.

He feels it too. Her unease growing stronger, Kia stepped over the threshold into the darkness of the building. Hurry up and close the door, she silently urged. Then she sent a prayer winging skyward that the sanctuary of the temple would stop whoever, or whatever, spied on her.

As the door closed, the image of a silver cord being squeezed filled her mind. With a snick, the lock bar slid into place. With the door secured, the eerie contact vanished.

I have to speak to Brantly. As the Oracle he can explain what happened.

You already know the answer, fear retorted. Someone used magic to track you.

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Windmaster To Sail Again

Edits for my latest novel, Windmaster Golem, have been incorporated and await proofreading and the final audio review. Since the next part of the tale of the archmage and the sea captain won't be available until October, why not start at the beginning of the series. You're invited to cast off and fill the sails for love and adventure.

Windmaster - Revenge set Ellspeth and the archmage, Dal, on the path to her destiny, but prophecy controlled the journey. Adventure, magic, and the search for a hidden treasure in an epic fantasy.  buy link

Windmaster Legacy -  As archmage, Dal might be able to survive killing the future of magic, but as a man could he live with the knowledge he caused the death of a loved one.  buy link

And stay tuned for the cover reveal of Windmaster Golem. 

~till next time. Come join me as we journey the high seas, and from mountain heights to cavern depths on an epic quest to save the future of magic.

Weekend Writing Warriors, #SnippetSunday, Secret Revealed

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Welcome to Weekend Writing Warriors, the weekly hop for everyone who loves to write! Visit the other participants on the list and read, and comment on their 8sunday posts. And now, Part two from the excerpt "Shall We Fly?" from Windmaster Legacy 

To set, the scene, Lord Dal and his mount, the gray falaire stallion, Tairneach, were in search for the captured Lady Ellspeth when the stallion snuffled a warning. Dal realized he was being herded to the edge of the plateau. They had no choice, but to jump. And now the SundaySnippet.

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​Excerpt:

Wings emerged from Taer’s side. His triumphant bugle resounded to the clouds. After a few heartbeats of free flight, Dal released his death grip. Sitting up, he adjusted his legs so they would not hamper the slight shifts Taer’s wings made during the glide toward the ground.

Dal held his breath as the earth closed to a handspan beneath the fàlaire’s hooves. Instead of the bounce he expected to experience after a hard fall, Taer’s slow trot absorbed the forward motion. His whinny when he came to a stop sounded like the giggle of a mischievous child.

“You didn’t tell me you could fly,” Dal mumbled. “After all these years, you’re still keeping secrets from me?”


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​I hope you like the snippet I shared for Dal this week. Be sure to read the other Weekend Writing Warriors blogs and the #SnippetSunday authors for more great reads. ~till next time, Helen

Hooked on Windmaster Legend, Lantern Rising, #MFRWAuthor

A forbidden love. An impossible quest. The accusation of witchcraft. Can love survive?

A snippit from Windmaster Legend

To set the stage, in the spirit of reflection and giving thanks, a scene from the lantern rising festival. Pelra will be helping crew one of the vessels releasing the collected lanterns and using the time to help settle her own feelings for the two men in her life. Bolte is a young ensign who is also working the event and his parents are Analese and Lendar, who came to see him off.

To distract herself from the emotions rising at Iol’s closeness, Pelra read the handwritten notes on the sky lanterns closest to her. Some were thanks for a profitable year, while others were prayers for the one to come. Many were poignant remembrances of loved ones who had passed beyond the veil. The dream listed on one lantern clutched at her heart.

Air and sky together forever,
May our two lives be as joined.
With nothing between but a gentle zephyr.
Air and sky, bless our journey.

Even more than the words, the signatures, one small and neat, the other large and scrawling, had Pelra adding her own prayer that the wishes being sent skyward be granted. The lantern bore the names Analese and Lendar. She looked at Bolte to see if the youth had noticed his parent’s contribution to the festival. However, he was concentrating on arranging things to get all the lanterns in the air as quickly as possible and appeared oblivious to the dreams and hopes he would soon be sending into the air.

Bolte will be the one to launch Analese and Lendar’s lantern, Pelra vowed. And added her own wish for it to rise high. For legend said that wishes on a lantern that caught fire before reaching the clouds would never be fulfilled.

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Out and About - Visiting with a Lady at BWL Insider Blog

Today I'm guest posting on the BWL authors blog. Or I should say, Lady Pelra of the House of Pirri is visiting the blog. Hope you'll stop by and see the secrets she shares about her life.

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~till next time, Helen

Hooked on Windmaster Legacy, Intruder In the Night, #MFRWauthor #MFRWhook

Chose between magic, revenge... or the life of a loved one.

Since there were questions about the previous post, At the Door, a continuation of the night. To set the stage, vows have been exchanged, and a celebration held. Now the bride and groom have escaped and they are behind closed doors. Only the planned wedding night is interrupted as the past and the present collide. A man thought dead reappears... only to vanish again. 


EXCERPT:

Ellspeth’s arm entwined with Dal's, she returned his caresses. Now his skin warmed beneath her touch. Her wandering fingers lightly touched the scars on his back. She tried to block the memory of their creation. ...
She squashed the image but the incoherent screams of a mind tortured to its limits echoed in her mind. They faded only to be replaced by a voice she had hoped never to hear again, “Come to me, my little wizardling.” A haggard face superimposed itself a heartbeat later confirming the speaker’s identity. Bashim—he’s alive!

The notion vanished so quickly beneath another wave of passion Ellspeth doubted she had ever thought it. Dal’s next caress removed the furtive wisp from her memory.

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Hooked on Windmaster Legacy, at the door, #mfrwhook #mfrwauthor

Chose between magic, revenge... or the life of a loved one.

In honor of the season of weddings, a smippit from Windmaster Legacy. To set the stage,vows have been exchanged, and a celebration held. Now its time for the bride and groom to escape.

EXCERPT:

Ellspeth's skin tingled as much from the cloaking spell Dal threw over them as the touch of his hand. By magesight, Ellspeth ran hand-in-hand with him down the darkened corridors. She didn’t even attempt to keep track of the left and right turns, or how many stairwells they climbed. She knew where he was leading her—to his room, to his bed.

Dal stopped at a pair of intricately-carved wooden doors. A rope of green ferns, the Mtwan mountain people’s symbol for happiness in marriage, hung over the door. “Hope you approve,” he murmured. “I told you I could find a better place than a cave in a blizzard. And I promised you a warmer room than Fearguis offered us in Dardlen.”

A kick opened the left-hand door and before Ellspeth could squeal, he had swept her up into his arms. Two steps took them over the threshold and to a night she been awaiting and yet dreading for many sevenday. She held her breath as he pushed the door closed with his foot. Their privacy assured, he walked toward the bed. As if he sensed her uncertainty, Dal stopped in the middle of the room and set her on her feet.

In the soft candlelight his eyes sparkled with an inner fire.

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Windmaster, At Day's End, #mfrwauthor

Since summer is approaching, I thought I'd share a scene from Windmaster of my favorite way to cool-off after a hard days work. And the reason the cover for Windmaster Legacy is shown when the excerpt is from Windmaster? The hunk on the cover is the one in the mill pond.

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An old wagon with a plume of dust in its wake, rattled up the road to the mill. Olier moved to the doorway while Dal stood in the shadow alongside the door. His grip tightened on Ellspeth’s shoulder.

“It’s old man Steryl,” Olier hissed. “He snarls a lot but has no love for the Oracle. Dal, can you mill his grain? If I leave now, we’ll lose the entire batch of syrup. Just to be safe, Ellspeth stay out of sight. I can explain Dal’s presence, but not yours.”

Dal gave Ellspeth’s shoulder a quick squeeze and stepped out to Olier’s side. The men raised a hand in greeting to the wagon driver. Before the newcomer could say a word, Olier pointed to the mill wheel. “You know where to take it, Steryl. The marka’s at a critical stage. Darmen here will grind it for you.”

The wagon driver grumbled in response.

Dal gave a pointed stare at the doorway behind Olier. But, there was no sign of Ellspeth. Good, Ellspeth is doing what she’s told. Although he mused, I wonder how long that will continue. An inadvertent sigh of relief escaped him. The wagon creaked as he swung up beside the driver.

Steryl glared at the man beside him. The whip crack was accompanied by more mumbled comments.

Dal hid a smile. He knew how to handle this one. And with a little luck, he’d get the latest news.

One big heave and the bag of meal thumped onto the wagon bed. Dal’s hearty, “All done,” was answered by Steryl’s grumble. Glad to see the grouchy old man leave, Dal snatched a cloth from atop the grain chute. He wiped his face to see the rough material turn brown with dust and sweat. The millstream looked so inviting he dropped the makeshift towel and stripped off his shirt and breeches. Three steps took him into the cool water. Several quick splashes cooled his sweat-drenched skin and ran in rivulets down the muscles of his chest.

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Z is for Zethar

Z is for Zethar

Finding a character or place name that began with the letter "Z" was hard. The only common word that came to mind was zoo. But I didn't use a zoo setting in any of the Windmaster Novels or the Dragshi Chronicles. So, I decided to go with Zethar, the golden falaire mare in Windmaster Legacy who served as Ellspeth’s mount during their travels in Tarekus.

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Zethar's coloring is gold with a tan mane and white front stockings. She is the daughter of Wynne, head mare of one of the falaire herds that inhabit the vale near the Isle of Mages. Zethar was one of the falaire who, under Wynne’s lead, traveled with Lord Dal and Lady Ellspeth to bring new blood to the falaire herd in Dal’s mother’s ancestral lands.


An excerpt from Windmaster Legacy where Ellspeth explains to a new friend about the falaire, and Zethar's comment.

Fàlaire are special. I remember my first meeting with one. I was on sentry duty and sensed someone watching me. Finally, I woke Dal. He scryed the area outside the camp, but didn’t see anything untoward. Apparently, some of the fàlaire can do more than disguise themselves as ordinary horses. They also can block a wizard’s ability to see them using magic.”

Zethar’s soft whinny sounded like a small child saying, “I can do it, too.”

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With "Z" the A-Z challenge is complete. I hope you've enjoyed the insights into the Dragshi Chronicles, and the Windmaster Novels. and that you'll continue to 
visit the blog. Besides the journey to the stars and worlds of imagination, here's the master list of the other participants in the challenge.


~ till next time, Helen

W is for Werehouds

w is for Werehound.

Fearsome creatures of myth and legend, in the world of Windmaster, werehounds are real. Created by a magic powered by spilled blood, they look like huge dogs. Their long black fur with silver tips that shimmer when the animal runs. They hunt in packs and in the night gives the impression of a hoard of ghostly dogs.

Those who see the creatures are paralyzed with fear from the sight of the white forms racing in the dark. If not, the werehounds’ bright red eyes that glow like hot coals terrify their intended targets.

Beyond installing fear and terror, the werehounds push their prey until the person physically collapses or is cornered. A magical bond between hunter and hunted guides the werehounds across barriers of high mountains and desert sands. Only deep, fast-running water can stop the creatures… Only a wizard can break guided by the ethereal link to their prey.

From Windmaster Legacy

In hushed tones, Ellspeth explained a way to make the werehounds drop the blood lure and break the magical link to their prey.

Nobyn repeated the incantation until he’d perfected it. The fear rose in Ellspeth. She did not know if the spell would work. A hard breath hissed out. Dal would know. But he isn’t here.

“I’m ready to try,” Nobyn said. He closed his eyes and bent his head over his steepled fingers.

“Lure now drop and end the hunt,
Werehounds prowl no more.
Let the chased now stop their run
Through forest glen and desert moor.
Magic binds break, blood calls be broken,
Werehound threat be gone.
Selah, so mote it be.”

Ellspeth’s senses flew out of the temple and soared to the canyon rim. Neba’s pale light flickered off fast-moving white shapes—the werehounds. Glad Nobyn had not yet learned to cast his senses very far, Ellspeth shivered as one eerie howl after another sounded down the canyon.

Nobyn’s spell had failed.

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The next post up is for the letter X, and it stands for Xelme. If you're interested in following other blogs in the challenge, here's the master list of the other participants.

~ till next time, Helen

T is is for Tarekus

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T is for Tarekus

Tarekus is an island continent at the far end of the Southern Sea that was the setting for Windmaster Legacy. While fictional, the land of Tarekus was inspired by Australia. 

During the writing of Windmaster Legacy, the series notebook was filled with pictures. The large sandstone rock formation in the southern part of the Northern Territory in central Australia called Uluru, also known as Ayers Rock, held center court along with images of the Australia outback.

As described in Windmaster Legacy. Fine white sands form a glittering ring between scrub-covered rolling hills and warm turquoise waters. Hills steepen into forested mountains and valleys. The interior is called the hinterland by the sailors and the bush by natives. In the center of the hinterland, running north-south, is a wide swath of veldt. Occasionally, great cracks in the earth form valleys hundreds of feet below the main ground level or thrust great plateaus skyward.

Like the land that inspired Tarekus, the land Ellspeth and Dal visit is home to many strange animals. Some hop, others have other means of ambulation. Among the inhabitants of Tarekus is a small bear that only eats the leaves of one species of tree. 

In the veldt, you can encounter long-necked animals that eat the tender leaves off the top of trees. These creatures are called by tree-trimmers by the locals.







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Tomorrow’s post is a change of pace, the darker science fiction of the short story, Uncommon Mercy. If you're following other blogs in the challenge, here's the master list of the other participants.

~ till next time, Helen