Reign of the Hunt by Anna T. Marynczak (buy e reader .TXT) 📖

breath. The skull mask started getting hot and shining bright. Bluish mist started forming around her and sipping outside through the gaps in the wooden trap door. It was silent for a second, then there came the most horrifying howl Ajda has ever heard, it sounded as if the animal had his throat partially ripped out. Yngvarr dragged the big sacks of logs away from the hatch like they weighed nothing and sat down next to them. She pushed the trap door and felt the morning breeze on her face. Kordeus was waiting where she left him, nibbling at the moss on nearby trees. She put two daggers into the pouch on the saddle, she found a sack of coins at the bottom. Ajda knew she needed money to at least get herself new clothes, she wasn’t sure if it was Death that provided them yet she was thankful. For everything. Especially her life. She mounted Kordeus, pulled the reins and directed him onto the road leading to The Golden Gate.

All she could hear was her shallow breath and clatter of hooves on the stone road as she began her journey through Deaths elaborate plan.

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Publication Date: 10-15-2017

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