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“I do, Sacred Council.”<br />
“Refresh an old man’s memory. What name do the People call you?”<br />
His question came as no surprise. Kâhamaxe often forgot minor details. “Meko, noble one.”<br />
“Ah, yes, the word for leader.” The man pinched his forehead as if to blame a headache for his forgetfulness.<br />
“You’re excused now, Meko.”<br />
Ethan offered a deferential bow and turned to leave when Stands-In-Light’s austere voice stopped him. “We<br />
spoke earlier of dreams?”<br />
“Dreams . . . yes.”<br />
“Mind you don’t sacrifice the interests of the People to chase them.”<br />
A warm, alien emotion crawled through his gut. “Yes, High Priestess.”<br />
Ethan removed his hands from his pockets, clasped them behind his back and fixed his eyes on the invisible<br />
burial platforms. A unified chant rose in the room, the same lament Stands-In-Light invoked while visiting him<br />
in jail. In short time, he’d be among the People in the sacred land of his ancestors―a Dog Soldier, the most<br />
revered warrior of the Cheyenne.<br />
His last thought before leaving his present life concerned his prized garden. Who would water the flowers<br />
and herbs in his absence?<br />
Fin<br />
Chapter Eleven - Raven Corinn Carluk – stories with bite o,.,o<br />
Raven Corinn Carluk dwells just outside of Obscurity, on the road to Fame. A storyteller from her birth, her<br />
head is constantly filled with strange images and new worlds. Author of ‘All Hallows Blood’ and ‘stories with<br />
bite o,.,o’, she tries to share her visions with the people.<br />
Author website: http://raven.youareannoying.us<br />
Amazon author page: http://www.amazon.<strong>com</strong>/-/e/B003AYE19O<br />
Copyright © 2010 Raven Corinn Carluk<br />
Short story, from the book stories with bite o,.,o<br />
‘Necro’<br />
“Let them go. I’ll stay.” My voice caught, and I couldn’t continue. Marla hung in the vampire’s arms,<br />
holding still so as to not provoke an attack. The rest of us hunters knelt, bound to the floor, hands behind our<br />
backs. The vampire showed us the same concern he would leashed dogs.<br />
“Vanya, no,” our leader hissed. Larry strained against his bonds, desperate to free his wife. He would do<br />
anything for Marla. His voice echoed in the empty factor, and grimy light surrounded the middle aged hunter.<br />
The vampire Alexander turned blue eyes on me, his attention a weight against my mind. His grip relaxed,<br />
and Marla’s body eased. “You would trade your life for her?” Blond brows drew together as he contemplated<br />
my offer.<br />
“Yes. Just let everyone else go.” I shifted, tossing my hair back, trying to show off my neck. Entice him<br />
away from Marla before she got hurt for my foolishness.<br />
Vampires were harder to hunt than the neospawn, but I’d convinced everyone to hunt this guy so I could get<br />
close. I had just needed a chance to convince him to take me under his wing. I hadn’t expected him to capture<br />
us all. None of this was going as planned.