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Counterpoint

Rachel Haimowitz

Song of the Fallen

Book I

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For my dear friend and editor Tal Valante,

who let me play in her sexy, sexy sandbox.

I found treasure buried there.

And also a dead parrot.

But mostly treasure.

A yden awoke to wrongness.

He shoved his furs aside and tuned his inner ear to the forest's song—

the bass hum of the trees, the trills of small creatures—a thousand points

of sound merged in near-perfect harmony. He sniffed the air as he

listened, detecting nothing but a faint whiff of last night's cook-fire, the

loam of the forest floor, the comforting scents of the massive red cedars

and the stream running by his campsite.

And there was the wrongness, the faintest whisper of jagged notes

worming through the forest song. Had a human dared to cross into their

lands?

Ayden's lips pulled back from his teeth in a grin entirely void of humor.

Time for a hunt.

He unwove the branches of his shelter with an impatient mental hum

and stepped out into the first light of day. Then a second sound reached

his ears, a physical one this time: dull hoof beats and snapping branches,

faint but rising by the moment. He had camped in a clearing just off a

deer path, so the approaching racket might be nothing more than an

animal on the hunt, but he dare not take that chance.

Rachel Haimowitz - Song of the Fallen 1 - Counterpoint.pdf