Hunting

Hunting

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by Viola Grace
     
 

Niika has a love for the land that goes bone deep. Even damaged by an old injury, she seeks out prey in the form of plants, animals and missing persons. Nik’s life revolves around her taking groups on tours of the wild and teaching them to live off the land that offers so much. Taking a group of aliens is a definite first.

The Nine need fresh supplies

Overview

Niika has a love for the land that goes bone deep. Even damaged by an old injury, she seeks out prey in the form of plants, animals and missing persons. Nik’s life revolves around her taking groups on tours of the wild and teaching them to live off the land that offers so much. Taking a group of aliens is a definite first.

The Nine need fresh supplies if they are to remain as a defense and an assisting partner to the people of Gaia. They also wish to know where their own people used to live and how. Cavos is a historian in search of the city of the Stone Folk, and he is quite surprised to find his mind turning from the past to the future when he meets the Gaian huntress who is leading him to his heart’s desire.

Product Details

ISBN-13:
2940045283311
Publisher:
eXtasy Books
Publication date:
09/15/2013
Series:
Return of the Nine , #6
Sold by:
Smashwords
Format:
NOOK Book
Sales rank:
252,437
File size:
143 KB

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Hunting 4.5 out of 5 based on 0 ratings. 4 reviews.
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
(Kkousefur) im fin you just startled me :3 lets get som prey for tomorrow. We are running low
Anonymous More than 1 year ago
He rode Scirion in and slid off his black mount. He walked the stallion to a sturdy sapling and tied him up. "You graze, buddy. Let me know if there's any danger." With a grin, he ducked deeper into the forest. His breath fogging the air, clouding his sight. Grumbling in annoyance, he pulled his over shirt up over his mouth, killing the fog. He slipped his bow down from his shoulder and pulled an arrow from the quiver. His amber eyes flickered around. He pulled his cloak around himself as the mist filled in around him. "Spooky. . ." He mumbled, his finger nervously flicking across the arrow's fletching. A twig snap brought his attention up to the left of him. He pulled his bow up, string taut. An excited sigh escaped his lips as a flock of wild turkey appeared from the undergrowth. His triggerfinger itched to release the arrow, but he made himself wait. He waited until the turkeys were almost in front of him. He positioned the bow carefully, the movements playing in his mind. Finally, he released the arrow, quickly pulling another from his quiver, not even seeing if the first one made its mark. He released he second and waited for the flying feathers and awkward squawks to disipate. The other turkeys disappeared and he was left with a large tom and a hen. He grinned gleefully and pulled his arrows from them. One was broken, but the other seemed okay. He wiped it on the grass and stuck it back in his quiver. Grabbing the turkeys by their legs, he lugged them back towards Scirion. Suddenly, the stallion let out a high whinny. William muttered a curse and took off, refusing to let go of his catch. He reached Scirion andimmediately saw baleful glowing eyes glowering at him from the brush. He stuffed the turkeys in the canvas sack as nonthreateningly as possible and mounted onto the nervous stallion. He clicked Scirion forward, but the stallion bucked, throwing him off. He got up, gasping for breath, and watched the south end of his mount disappear into the forest. "Great." He muttered, the sack protectively between his feet and his bow in his hands. The eyes prowled forward and the beast leaped at him, revealing a shaggy-coated wolf. "Dam<_>n. . ." He growled and released the arrow. The wolf fell to the ground inches from his feet, dead. He smiled, adrenaline pumping through him. "Yeah--!" His triumphant cry died in his throat as another wolf suddenly sprang forward. It landed before him, slowly pressing him back against a tree. His hand fumbled around his quiver, reaching for an arrow, until he remember that yesterday, he had been nearly out of arrows. "Oh, he<_>ll. . ." Hw whimpered, and the wolf leaped on him. It pressed him against the tree, easily rearing to his height, clamping its maw over his right arm. Blood and saliva began to trail down his arm as the wolf's fangs punctured his skin. Pain fogging his mind, his other hand pulled at his dagger sheath. The wolf's claws scraped down his shirt, tearing it to shreds. Finally, he pulled the dagger free and quickly jabbed it into the underbelly of the wolf, dragging it upwards. The wolf fell off him, dying almost instantly. Staggering away a few steps, he glanced at the dagger in his hand. He shrugged dazedly and skinned the two wolves, and then painfully followed Scirion, the skins and sack slung over his left shoulder with his left arm clutch against his bleeding chest.
northamericanwordcat More than 1 year ago
I really enjoyed this short story where the heroine was kick ass even though she had a disabling injury. The hero is a Stone Giant and very subdued which is a lot of fun. The world building is great and there is a tender love story here as well.  Good stuff. 
Anonymous More than 1 year ago