For all of you who read, “Remember the Dead,” and want to know what happens next, you’ll get the chance come August 15, 2010. As of yesterday, the sequel, “Hand of Time,” was accepted by Yesteryear Fiction. So come August 15, the next Anya adventure will be released!
I would also like to thank everyone who has been supporting me! It means the world! : )
Wednesday, July 7, 2010
Sunday, July 4, 2010
Remember the Dead
Today my story has been published by Yesteryear Fiction! I made sure to post the link so everyone can enjoy!
The story is called, “Remember the Dead,” and it is about a warrior, Anya, trying to warn the villagers about their imminent downfall. Instead, she gets lost in a haunted forest and must gather all her wits to survive.
Below I have pasted an excerpt.
Metal sounded, arrows buzzed all around, and Anya was in the thick of it all. She did not care who she stabbed or decapitated, a merciless killer she was. Slicing people and having their intestines spill out came easily to her, and she never lost sleep over it. If the Gods did not want her to kill, they would not have made her so good at it.
Ruthlessly, Anya headed toward a higher vantage point, hacking without mercy at anything and everything standing in her way. Her once blond hair, now caked in dirt and blood, hung in her eyes as she surveyed the scene below. Silently, the leader cursed as she noticed her troops slowly retreating. Reinforcements should have arrived hours ago, but they were nowhere to be seen. Without the other troops defeat was inevitable. Suddenly, the full effect of what she had done struck her like a blazing arrow. She had promised these people a new beginning, but instead brought them to their burial ground.
The story is called, “Remember the Dead,” and it is about a warrior, Anya, trying to warn the villagers about their imminent downfall. Instead, she gets lost in a haunted forest and must gather all her wits to survive.
Below I have pasted an excerpt.
Metal sounded, arrows buzzed all around, and Anya was in the thick of it all. She did not care who she stabbed or decapitated, a merciless killer she was. Slicing people and having their intestines spill out came easily to her, and she never lost sleep over it. If the Gods did not want her to kill, they would not have made her so good at it.
Ruthlessly, Anya headed toward a higher vantage point, hacking without mercy at anything and everything standing in her way. Her once blond hair, now caked in dirt and blood, hung in her eyes as she surveyed the scene below. Silently, the leader cursed as she noticed her troops slowly retreating. Reinforcements should have arrived hours ago, but they were nowhere to be seen. Without the other troops defeat was inevitable. Suddenly, the full effect of what she had done struck her like a blazing arrow. She had promised these people a new beginning, but instead brought them to their burial ground.
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