The Erden Archives: They Might Be Giants

By Whisky Wilson

Aluna and Ochatoy are doing what they do best- hunting demons. This time, reports send them to Liraha, a village forest outside the city of Julongrishi. Some where along the way, they picked up a follower. What peril will the pair of the Sword Sisters find as a result?

• Language: English
• Publisher: BookBaby
• Release date: Apr 1, 2017
• ISBN: 9780997700367

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THE ERDEN ARCHIVES: THEY MIGHT BE GIANTS. Copyright © 2017 by Whisky Wilson. All rights reserved under International and Pan-American Copyright Conventions. By payment of the required fees, you have been granted the nonexclusive, nontransferable right to access and read the text of this e-book on-screen. No part of this text may be reproduced, transmitted, downloaded, decompiled, reverse-engineered, or stored in or introduced into any information storage and retrieval system, in any form or by any means, whether electronic or mechanical, now known or hereinafter invented, without the express written permission of Whisky Wilson.

E-book Edition March 2017 ISBN 9780997700367

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Aluna

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Aluna

A sheathed arming sword drapes off my hip. It’s not my ceremonial weapon- just pure, clean steel and a leather-wrapped grip. With a curved, heater shield strapped across my back and my helm hanging from the sword’s pommel, I check to make sure the remainder of my kit is well tied to Munchin’, the ass.

When your equipment weighs as much as you, I want to see you decline Munchin’, the ass.

Hey! I see that grin.

Walking is pain, but hovercars are too easy to trace. A slow, stubborn mule might pass unnoticed. The Syndicate63 doesn’t need to know everything.

They might be giants3, Sister, I offer along with a large smirk crossing my face as I look at Ochatoy. Humor is a warm blanket on a cold night. This world, this life is far more quarrelsome than it has any right to be. Fortunately, the old bard0 taught me a way of easing the turmoil. Last time they were giants, my dear, he snarks back with a chuckle, watching me watch him.

His pointed beard is more white than grey and matches the snowy curls that he ties behind his head. Brown eyes punctuate his ruddy skin, and