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The Blood Wasp
The Blood Wasp
The Blood Wasp
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The Blood Wasp

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Trunn, the last of the Harean is on a quest to avenge his tribe and slay the evil sorcerer Mahuranta but on his path he encounters a strange red-haired woman that holds a secret. Will she help him fulfil his destiny?

LanguageEnglish
PublisherMircea Florea
Release dateJun 20, 2020
ISBN9780463186978
The Blood Wasp
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Mircea Florea

I was born in a small town in Eastern Europe surrounded by ruins of both ancient and modern times.Since I was a child I was an avid day dreamer, and I fed that vice withadventure novels, movies and video games.My stories are my own brick laid on a world of fantasy, a world where we all like escape from time to time.

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    The Blood Wasp - Mircea Florea

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    Blood Wasp

    by Mircea Florea

    June 2020

    Copyright © 2020 Mircea Florea

    All rights reserved

    Cover art by Mircea Florea

    This book or any portion of this book may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without express written permissions from the author, except for the use of brief quotations in reviews.

    The stories and characters included in this book are a work of fiction and any resemblance to persons, living or dead, or any similarity to real life events is purely coincidental.

    I don’t care if you don’t like how the story ended. It’s my story and I can write whatever I want.

    For any other concerns you can contact me at:

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    The Blood Wasp

    Trunn stopped and hid behind the trunk of a massive oak. His nostrils were burning as they were trying to suck in all the cool night air, but he fought against his lungs and tried to keep his breath in for a few seconds and listen. On top of the rhythm of his pounding heart, he could hear the wind rustling through the branches, young and old, he could hear the jerky sounds of the crickets in the bushes, he could even hear his back skin scraping against the tree bark and the sweat drops sliding over his brow, but as much as he pricked his ears, he could not hear horse hooves or human boots feet trampling on dried leaves

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