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The Tale of the Huntress
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Complete, First published Sep 12, 2016
The storyteller sits back in his intricately engraved chair as a woman with flowing chesnut hair takes the seat beside him. Many gather around to hear the eloquent words and mystifying tales that he weaves together. A soft smile plays on his lips as his gentle eyes look over the crowd. "Come and listen," he begins and the people are silenced. "I will tell you a story that is close to my heart. It follows the life of a young huntress by the name of Nova who never had the chance for a childhood nor peace for more than a few years. Instead of letting her harsh upbringing be her downfall, she used it to sculpt her into a fierce warrior," he pauses as he takes in several of the faces that light up with recognition after such a short description. "You may already know her journey as her legend is ever growing with the rumors around Hysmeai. So listen closely as I tell the tale of the huntress."
  
  (Book One of The Huntress series)
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