Exhalation

By Lynette Aspey

Under the quiet eaves of an alien forest, the last remaining 'Lorien Harp', the heart of a great Sergao tree, has been ripped from its sanctuary and sold to the highest bidder.

On a far distant space station, a juvenile takes advantage of a distraction, to steal a rich passenger's luggage, only to discover he has taken a priceless instrument.

Blood has been spilt for the harp, and will be again but in the space between greed and passion, tenderness and brutality, there is music and love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Lynette Aspey
• Release date: Aug 14, 2011
• ISBN: 9781466020177

Lynette Aspey

Lynette Aspey writes science fiction and fantasy for anybody who likes reading, or being read to. She originates from Sydney, Australia and grew up amidst beaches, bushland, horses, sunshine and books. Lots, and lots of books.At 21, Lyn went travelling and lived in the UK, Europe, Scandinavia, Canada, the Caribbean and various inter-dimensional spaces between. For over fifteen years, Lyn, with her husband and daughter, lived onboard a cruising yacht. Those were the years when they had no idea where they'd be next, or what they'd be doing from day to day.Lyn is now back in Australia and she's once again surrounded by bushland and animals of various kinds. Some of them four-legged.

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EXHALATION

Lynette Aspey

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Copyright © 2011 Lynette Aspey

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The forest’s vaulted canopy shut out all light from the bright double moons and the path of Trow’s torchlight wove confusion in front of his stumbling feet. He was afraid, he admitted, as he stumbled again on the uneven ground. He was afraid of this ghastly forest and of the man waiting for him at its outskirts.

Trow carried his prize in a roughly woven bag slung across his shoulders. Although the air was chill and dank, he was sweating and the coarse material of the bag itched through his jacket. The object’s rounded base slapped against his thigh as he chased the frail, yellow beam of his torch.

Arboreal night sounds populated the forest heights; the sweep of vast wings far above, interspersed by the harrowing caw of surprise and