Heart Beat #6 - Happy St. Patricks Day - An Excerpt from Ahvarra, as Alynna plans to leave Ireland: “By the way, you won’t be able to carry that,” John said. She stopped. “No one parts me from my sword. I’m a Protector.” John frowned and shook his head, and Alynna was reminded of her trainers being disappointed with the way she learned a lesson. John started walking again, taking the steep incline with his hands on his knees and a heavy bit of breathing. Alynna climbed beside him with ease and smiled at his difficulty. “Exercise more and drink less, then you won’t have this problem,” she said. He laughed. “Maybe, maybe not. I think it has as much to do with age. But we’re here.” He swept his arm forward in an expansive gesture and bowed slightly. Alynna looked with raised brows at the wooden structure standing before her. Stretching beyond the shed was a pair of tracks in the earth, grooves of dirt made from a cart of some kind. Her eyes asked the question. “Get ready,” he said, “for technology.” She sighed. Another unfamiliar word.
Posted on: Mon, 17 Mar 2014 19:47:06 +0000
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