Snippet from the WIP -- BLOOD OF THE EARTH: “Im Tandy,” the other male said. He hadnt taken his eyes from me the whole time they stood there, and both hands held onto the railing of the steps as if to keep him from falling or running off. “I’m an empath. I love your woods.” He smiled and his expression matched his glistening brownish-reddish eyes. His accent was different and I didn’t know how to place it. American, but from somewhere else. “They whisper,” he said. “They do,” I acknowledged, oddly pleased that someone besides me could tell that. “Do they talk to you?” he asked, his peculiar eyes widening with delight and what might have been exhilaration, his hands clenched on the railing.
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