A Drop of Blood by Charlene Hartnady EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Author: Charlene Hartnady
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Thesha
We watch him approach. A shadowy figure in the murky light. Clods of
thick mud fly up from the hooves of his galloping horse. The animal is
breathing hard, its flanks white with glistening sweat. Hooves thud against
the loose, wet ground, nostrils flaring. The poor beast is moving fast,
considering that it’s not very tall and clearly fatigued.
“They’re coming,” Ethan says, his voice low. We are a group eighteen
strong. Ethan and I are at the front. A horse snorts, and another stomps its
hoof. We’re all on edge, both animal and human alike.
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I don’t answer him because it’s a given that they’re coming. The
bloodfae are predictable. Those bastards make this trip several times a
moon cycle. Always on the same days, but never from the same place. They
hunt across the whole kingdom, leaving none of the settlements in peace. I
hate all of the seven kinds of fae, but these are the worst. Bloodsuckers, the
lot of them, and for what? Power? Pleasure? Food? Hah, they don’t need
our blood to survive. Is there more to it? I don’t care either way. No human
life is worth whatever they derive from our veins.
I let my eyes wander across the once grassy plains of Babel as Basil
continues toward us. We are central, and the openness of the plains allows
for relatively swift riding so that we can intercept them. Perfect for an
ambush. Except this will be our third time taking this approach. I’m
skeptical that a third will be as effective, if at all. Those damn fae are a lot
of things, but stupid isn’t one of them.
Ethan shifts in his saddle, the leather creaking as he does.
I don’t look at him; my eyes are on our scout. Everyone’s attention is on
our scout.
“Basil had better have good news.” He sounds ready for battle. From
the chatter that builds behind us, I would say that he is not alone. There is a
possibility that they are coming from the wrong direction. The region that
was once desert is too open for an ambush. If they’re coming from there,
we’ll need to abandon our efforts and try another day.
Basil is crouched low over his saddle, allowing his horse to move more
freely. Poor sod’s thighs must be burning. His coat is billowing behind him.
He slows a little as he nears us. His eyes are wide, and his hands are whiteknuckled on the reins.
My horse nickers in greeting. She tosses her head, anticipating what is
to come. I hold tightly onto the plaited leather of my reins as she prances.
“Easy, Star.” I put a hand on her generous black coat. Her mane is thick
and shaggy. Our horses might be much smaller than the steeds we once
rode, but they are strong and sure-footed. I could ask for no more
trustworthy a companion and friend.
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