Another in the saga of my mule-riding alter-ego. There are going to be at least three parts to this one...
I hope that you enjoy this
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THE BOY
There was something about the young man
that reminded me of myself, the cast of
his eyes and set of his chin. The eyes were
not mine but I’d seen those eyes before, deep
full of colour and wild. He was a competent
horseman, despite his designer jeans and shirt.
And he rode a quality silver roan Morgan mare
But the thing that made me startle and
the thing that made me look was the silver
eagle on the headstall. A copy, the only copy
of the one that graced the bridle of my mule.
“Hello, muley man. I’m your son..................”
BOOK I of THE JADE OWL LEGACY SERIES: An out of work Chinese History Professor crosses paths with a young scamp in San Francisco and becomes part of a quest for a lost and dangerous Chinese relic.
An ex-soldier, now turned farmer, wakes one day to find mysterious marks on his hands and wrists. All seems well until black riders appear and kidnap his family. On his journey to recover his lost loved ones and to discover the meaning of the strange
A half-zythian bard gets caught up in an affair with the Duchess of Highlake. The Duke wants him dead and our hero is forced to flee through a forest that no one has ever returned from.
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