Friday, March 18, 2011

Snippet from The Last Shaman

I turned around to face my enemy and a young woman stood in front of me. She was slim but muscular with short dark brown hair. She packed two 45 automatics on her side and was dressed in a solid black and tan outfit of camouflage pants and top of some sort. The most striking characteristic was the overwhelming look of sadness on her face and blazing blue white eyes, like diamonds in the sunlight.

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