Ketairne

By Kell Inkston

Step into the boots of Narrator: a fearless and wizened hunter-mercenary as he embarks on the hunt of his life.
A 10ish page short story for free to you, forever.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Kell Inkston
• Release date: Nov 9, 2014
• ISBN: 9781310782176

Kell Inkston

Born in an extra-dimensional pocket of space that was probably filled with good books, Kell emerged one long Summer to begin its quest to become a writer of renown and a voice of reason in a world that needs more writers of renown and voices of reason- what a laudable goal.Kell is certainly a something-or-other that believes that all those that can read should do so often, as education is the key to an efficient and peaceful society. So if you can read this, keep doing that- good job.You can sign up to this entity's spam-free mailing list and receive updates as well as free fictional goodies - humans love those, right? Sign up here: http://bit.ly/1M4NT9iIt's also rumored bellowing "Inkston" from a rooftop or using the legendary #keepitkell may grant you a reply were you in need of council or aid, but should those fail, try going to kellinkston.com or shooting Kell an email.Find Kell's:Amazon storefront: http://amzn.to/1RT7NJHFacebook: http://on.fb.me/1Gfn4TUTwitter: http://bit.ly/1hOJKhREmail: [e-mail]

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Ketairne

Kell Inkston

Copyright Kell Inkston

Damn, now that was a hot day.

I’m not a fan of heat and I’m not a fan of shooting critters, but I needed the cash, and I really needed some time away from the wife- she’s was picking a few more fights than the usual; I think she just doesn’t like my line of work. I remember our second date; she wasn’t happy. Animal control I said was my profession, but she guessed by my scars that I wasn’t just throwing pets in cages.

Anyway, it was hot as the sun that day, and the story really just started out with me meeting up with the O.E.L. boys by Katerne’s space gate. These O.E.L. guys are a weird bunch; they never show their face, and apparently their tech’s good enough to make artificial humans that know pretty much anything. So I stepped up to these two guys, one about my size, and the other one was really tall.

Hey; you the O.E.L. expedition? I asked. The two of them turned to me, and the shorter one spoke up.

Yeah, that’s us, the shorter one said with a nod, it’s a pleasure to meet you, I’m Metland six two one five nine. I’m the leader of the expedition. I hope we can get along, he said.