http://www.willowmoonpublishing.com/insadaplpasc.html
Might want to read Riley's Journey first (99 cents on Amazon) http://www.amazon.com/Rileys-Journey-ebook/dp/B005SV26KS/ref=sr_1_1?s=digital-text&ie=UTF8&qid=1354375534&sr=1-1&keywords=riley%27s+journey+by+p.+l.+parker Into the Savage Dawn is the sequel. Submitted the third in the series, Beyond Tomorrow, just recently and am waiting for word from publisher.
Into the Savage Dawn excerpt:
The
sun rose higher, spreading warmth—at least warmth in these climes. It was never
too warm for her. By her reckoning, it was noon or shortly before. She pulled
the wet jerkin off, shivering as the cool air blasted her skin. Edging
sideways, she leaned back, stretching as far as she could, and grabbed the
leather pack, clutching it to her breast. She rubbed the fur against her face,
needed the small security it gave her. She
was so alone!
She
briefly considered washing the dirt and dried blood off, but that might start
the bleeding again. The predators would be drawn to the scent of fresh blood
wafting on the breeze, even those miles away. She suspected they were already
on her trail, stalking her and waiting for the right moment to attack. A cold
tremor of fear raced up her spine. She had few defenses right now and it
wouldn’t take much to bring her down. Easy
pickings!
She
needed to up her odds. She found a good muddy spot, eased herself down and
rolled, taking time to slop a good portion to the cut over her eye. Might blunt the smell a little bit, but damn
it was cold! The vigorous exercise shot hot flashes of excruciating pain up
her thigh and into her butt. She gritted her teeth, enduring the sharp jolts
until they subsided, bemoaning her weakness. When she could, she dragged
herself to a dry spot open to the sunshine. She pulled a dry vest from her pack
and pulled it on, grateful for its meager warmth. Her legs tingled with cold,
but the wet pants would have to stay wet. She didn’t have any others and she
couldn’t chance loosening the bindings she’d so painstakingly wrapped around
her knee.
Suffering
a moment of despair, she closed her eyes, visualizing Seth, whispering his name.
Seth—don’t leave me!
She
heaved a sigh, wiping a tired hand across her forehead. Time to get moving. She
crawled higher up the slope, clambering through the brush, searching until she
found another walking stick. Not so fine
as the earlier one, but serviceable all the same. She laid out her small
cache of weapons, examining each with an eye to detail. The throwing knives
were tucked into a cleverly designed pouch sewn to her waistband, within easy
reach. Crowing with delight, she spotted a gnarled root, the size and shape
such that it would make a reasonable war club. Wiggling it free from the
ground, she tied the handle with a leather thong from her pack and wrapped it
around her wrist for easy access. As ready as she could be, she pulled herself
to a stand, and hobbled toward the rising sun, cursing her feebleness.
4 comments:
These are both awesome book, Patsy! I loved them both. Couldn't put them down!
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