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| Available March 6, 2012 |
The smell of the town swiped at him. Seared meat,
cooked onions, damp hay, mud, aging grass, tobacco, and sweat assaulted Cody’s
nose. He curled his hands impatiently as the gates behind him closed before the
inner gates opened. The wolf clawed at his insides, but he choked off the need
to growl. The sun was a memory behind the mountain, turning the low horizon red
beneath the curtain of night.

I love this! Awesome sensual detail!
ReplyDeleteThank you! Had loads of fun with these guys
DeleteOoh, Heather. Really nice imagery. Great post.
ReplyDeleteThanks Kathryn! And thanks for dropping by
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