Snippet of Lethean Shroud

The earthy scent of oaken decay clung in the damp night air. Hints of a disturbing odor wafted through the brush. Dank, feral. Rayanna ducked under a low branch and shuffled downhill, skidding a bit on the moss and leaves underfoot. She nearly collided into the officer as he slowed his…

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Another 1st Draft Morsel: Lethean Shroud

Misty tendrils snaked between Rayanna and the officer as they crept down the mountain's inky, tangled face. Clouds mauled the full moon to further darken their forest swamped trail. They crept after the officer's bobbing flashlight ray, though low, murky fog swallowed its edges. Despite a void of words, the forbidden…

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Lethean Shroud

Rayanna folded her shoulders inward, but the bitter night wind thrashed against her bare skin. The chill intensified the quiver in her voice as the knife-wielder inched over the threshold toward her, right hand behind his back. She stammered, "I--it was a camping accident. At least, I think so." "What do…

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Lethean Shroud

Rayanna twisted her sweat-slicked wrist and wrenched free from his grip. He snatched the hem of her blouse and snarled. "No, you don't." She pulled away with every ounce of strength. "Lemme go!" Her shirt ripped as she lunged for the door. The rent fabric peeled from her body and scraped…

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Lethean Shroud

She howled as the fiery steel sizzled against her flesh. Burnt skin odors burrowed into her senses. Writhing, she thrashed against the rocker. Jerked against the crazed stranger's grip. "Hold still." Cursing, Reeve wrenched her wrist in a tightening grip. "You ain't goin' nowhere." He peeled the blade away, ripping a…

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Lethean Shroud

She wanted to jump to her feet and shove the old man. Call him crazy. Tell him he couldn't be more wrong. More than anything, she wanted to run. Rayanna darted a glance at the door--ten paces or so. Reeve let out a slow, throaty chuckle and turned the tip of…

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Lethean Shroud

"My wounds look human to me. And you seem ..." Rayanna's lips pursed aside, unable to spit out a valid description of him as a normal man. Reeve dipped his stubbled chin and arched a brow. "So, how do you reckon I seem? Odd?" Eyes riveted to her, he bared the…

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Lethean Shroud

  Musky stew grease still coated Rayanna's tongue. And her host's line of questioning didn't help the swill of bad tastes filling her mouth. She grimaced, unable to swallow away traces of bile. "Guilty of what?" She rose a few inches, but didn't make it to her feet. Reeve kicked the…

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Lethean Shroud

Reeve glowered in the shadow of the flames raging at his back. With his curled lip and statuary position he seemed almost like a grotesque carving mortared in with the hearth stones. The fire's heat surged past him and pricked at the scabbing wounds on Rayanna's face and arms. She dipped…

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Lethean Shroud

  Greasy strings of flesh clung to┬áthe utensil as Rayanna rested it against the edge of the pie tin. She inched the pungent stew across her lap, toward her knees. Raising her chin, she inhaled welcome pine smoke odors. "What's the story about these wolvish creatures?" As she eased her shoulders…

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