The Call

By Karen Myers

NO ONE WILL BELIEVE THAT A SMALL GIRL HEARS THINGS NO ONE ELSE CAN, BUT SHE DOESN’T CARE — SHE’S ON A MISSION.

A short story from The Hounds of Annwn.

A very young Rhian discovers her beast-sense and, with it, the call of a lost hound.

It’s not safe in the woods where cries for help can attract unwelcome attention, but two youngsters discover their courage in the teeth of necessity.

This short story takes place before the events in To Carry the Horn.

• Language: English
• Publisher: Publishdrive
• Release date: May 5, 2013
• ISBN: 9781629620060

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ABOUT THIS BOOK

The Call — A Short Story from The Hounds of Annwn

NO ONE WILL BELIEVE THAT A SMALL GIRL HEARS THINGS NO ONE ELSE CAN, BUT SHE DOESN’T CARE — SHE’S ON A MISSION.

A very young Rhian discovers her beast-sense and, with it, the call of a lost hound.

It’s not safe in the woods where cries for help can attract unwelcome attention, but two youngsters discover their courage in the teeth of necessity.

This short story takes place before the events in To Carry the Horn.

The Call

A Short Story from The Hounds of Annwn

Perkunas Press

2635 Baughman Cemetery Road

Tyrone, Pennsylvania 16686

USA

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Author contact: [e-mail]

Cover illustration: Larissa Kulik (Ann Mei)

© 2013 by Karen Myers

ALL RIGHTS RESERVED

Published 2013. First Edition.

EPUB ISBN-13: 978-1-62962-006-0

EPUB ISBN-10: 1629620068

ALSO BY KAREN MYERS

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To Carry the Horn

The Ways of Winter

King of the May

Bound into the Blood

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Short Stories

The Call

Under the Bough

Night Hunt

Cariad

The Empty Hills

The Chained Adept

The Chained Adept

Mistress of Animals

Broken Devices

On a Crooked Track

Science Fiction Short Stories

Second Sight

Monsters, and More

The Visitor, and More

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THE CALL

In all of her eight years, Rhian had never had a better time out hunting. Her pony Dreinog had kept up with the bigger horses on this gorgeous fall day, and she’d jumped every obstacle that came her way. It was always fun, she thought, but somehow today seemed different, more exciting. It’s like I could feel what a good time Dreinog was