Book Two in the Animal Speak Series!
Animal Speak: The Oasis of Fire Excerpt
By:
W. F. Mick
A man in flowing red robes was hastily speeding through an alleyway, in pursuit of a shackled man who was quite a considerable distance in front of him, now taking a left onto a dazzling and beautiful cobbled street, packed with people and animals. The shackled man was darting through the crowd with the most extreme precision, as if he had planned it. His pitiless eyes were burning with a fierce determination as he pushed passed the people, now gasping and shrieking as they recognized him.
The man in robes shot a
dazzling ball of golden light at his retreating opponent from a staff
of bamboo that was bound in red cloth, but missed. The light crashed
into a cart of apples and shattered it to splinters with a breathtaking
flash of blinding gold light. The owner of the cart shouted obscenities
at the man as he rushed by, but the man did not care, he had eyes only
for the man ahead of him.
A dog, as large as a small fawn, and almost identical in color came speeding out of an alley ahead of the shackled mans left. The man in chains gave a gasp and his eyes widened in fear as the dog fearlessly sped towards him. Before the man could plan an escape route, the dog bounded into the air, and with the force of a sledgehammer, knocked the man down to the ground with a crash. At the same moment a tall man in an acid green cloak, carrying a sword and wearing thick armor on his chest, emerged from a crowd of people. He darted quickly over to the chained man and brandished his sword, pointing the tip of the blade at his throat, daring him to move another inch.
The man in robes rushed up, breathing heavily, he clutched a stitch in his side as he skidded to a halt next to his dog.
"Alright brother?", the man with the sword asked his friend, smiling slightly.
"Better now.", said Stanley, clutching at his side and staring down at the man pinned on the ground, smiling up at them with what they could only guess was pleasure.
Stanley kicked him hard in the ribs. The man groaned and rolled over, clutching his ribs, rubbing the spot where he had been kicked.
"Get up Hart.", Stanley said to the man, stooping down and lifting him up to his feet with the help of Elliot.
Copyright 2012. All rights Reserved By W. F. Mick.
A dog, as large as a small fawn, and almost identical in color came speeding out of an alley ahead of the shackled mans left. The man in chains gave a gasp and his eyes widened in fear as the dog fearlessly sped towards him. Before the man could plan an escape route, the dog bounded into the air, and with the force of a sledgehammer, knocked the man down to the ground with a crash. At the same moment a tall man in an acid green cloak, carrying a sword and wearing thick armor on his chest, emerged from a crowd of people. He darted quickly over to the chained man and brandished his sword, pointing the tip of the blade at his throat, daring him to move another inch.
The man in robes rushed up, breathing heavily, he clutched a stitch in his side as he skidded to a halt next to his dog.
"Alright brother?", the man with the sword asked his friend, smiling slightly.
"Better now.", said Stanley, clutching at his side and staring down at the man pinned on the ground, smiling up at them with what they could only guess was pleasure.
Stanley kicked him hard in the ribs. The man groaned and rolled over, clutching his ribs, rubbing the spot where he had been kicked.
"Get up Hart.", Stanley said to the man, stooping down and lifting him up to his feet with the help of Elliot.
Copyright 2012. All rights Reserved By W. F. Mick.
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