Elf Saga: Bloodlines (Part 1: Curse Of The Jaguar) - Plot & Excerpts
Another town, another… whatever this mess is. I count twenty soldiers, their uniforms shredded, their swords and pistols mangled, their faces bruised and bloody. That’s typical. The novel part is that every last one of them is clinging desperately to the branches of a very tall tree high above my head. It’s a strange and brutal sight, so it’s a pretty safe guess as to who did this. There are a few local men trying to help the soldiers down out of the tree. It’s tricky work, since the tree is fifty feet tall and there aren’t any ladders, so they’re using ropes, out here at the dusty edge of town. The locals are lightly dressed against the morning heat, loose fringed pants, loose shirts with checkered bead patterns, and a handful of thick copper rings in their very long, very sharp ears. I nudge my big red pronghorn to saunter closer to the tree and I call out, “Good morning!” “Does this look like a good morning to you, stranger?” the fellow up in the tree grunts as he lowers his sixth soldier down to the ground.
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