May Book of the Month:
nThe Dragon Wore A Kilt
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nIn the northern reaches of Scotland rests Loch Saorach, home to an ancient legend—a dragon. The Matasan family has guarded the loch and its dragon for centuries. n nBuy: https://www.amazon.com/dp/B014N34IU2n n |
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Excerpt Pt 1
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nHe swam around the monster’s lithe, snakelike neck and grabbed a bit of cloth. Lungs burning, he needed air—desperately. The lake monster stilled and fixed a bushel basket sized eye upon him and the barely discernible body he grasped.
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nConnor’s own eyes narrowed and he sent a warning to the monster to leave well enough alone.
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nDo fola liom éileamh, ionúin Saorach. The claim rang clearly through his mind, vibrated through his flesh. He remembered those words from long ago and knew they were not for him that time. He gasped, sucking in a lungful of water. And his vision began to burn as much as his lungs.
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nThe loch’s oldest and most enduring resident dropped the mangled vehicle from its toothy jaws and snaked a head beneath them. With casually brute strength, the monster lifted them to the surface and pushed them to the shore. With a snort, the ancient beast cast a baleful glance at the puny man and woman and sank back into the dark, cold depths.
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nConnor heaved air, coughed, vomited water, and sucked in another breath. He rolled over the plump, middle aged woman and pressed against her to expel the loch’s water from her lungs. The water was tinged red and he began to tremble. He turned her over, tilted her head back, and covered her mouth with his, pushing air from his lungs into hers. He breathed for them both, then took a moment to arrange his hands over her sternum and pump several times rhythmically. In the periphery of his vision, he saw the water dragon’s head rise partially from the water and then sink once again.
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