The Blood Hound

By Leah Cutter

Myrizhah carries a babe of power--a boy who will turn into a land magician, able to perform incredible magic once he finds his true home. 

A blood hound follows Myrizhah everywhere--a magical beast conjured by the emperor who protects her while she carries the boy.

Myrizhah must tie the boy here, in the north, so that she can escape back home to the desert.

But plans don't always go as they should...

"The Blood Hound"--a prequel to "The Glass Magician" and the other books in the Tanesh Empire Trilogy--explores love and duty during difficult times. 

• Language: English
• Publisher: Knotted Road Press
• Release date: May 21, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386228738

Leah Cutter

Leah Cutter--a Crawford Award Finalist--writes page-turning fiction in exotic locations, such as New Orleans, ancient China, the Oregon coast, ancient Japan, rual Kentucky, Seattle, Minneapolis, Budapest, etc.  Find more fiction by Leah Cutter at www.KnottedRoadPress.com. Follow her blog at www.LeahCutter.com.

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The Blood Hound

The Blood Hound

A Tanesh Empire Tale

Leah Cutter

Knotted Road Press

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The Blood Hound

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The Blood Hound

THE BLOOD HOUND FOLLOWING MYRIZHAH flopped down in the street outside the tinker’s shop Myrizhah entered. She knew better than to think the hound would grow bored and leave while she shopped. Even if she tried going out the back, or ran away on the fastest horse, it would still find her. No woman escaped the blood hounds.

Still, Myrizhah couldn’t help but stop and glance through the tinker’s shop window back at the hound, who lay there in the dusty dirt road like a regular dog. He was medium sized, coming up to about her knee, with short, red-brown hair and tall, pointy ears that stuck on the top of his head. His nose was black and took up a disproportional amount of his snout. His eyes were just a shade lighter than his fur. The hound looked sad and too aware, as if he had seen too many babies die.

No one bothered the hound. Most avoided him, either crossing the street or walking a wide path around