Huntress of Avaleor: A Tale of Low and High Tech

By Dave Eidson and MK Eidson

On the hunt for food for her village, Bryn encounters friends she's not seen in years… and a mysterious white metal sphere. When she lets her curiosity rule her actions, Bryn soon finds herself in strange surroundings… and thrown into the middle of a rebellion. Can she save herself and her friends, find a way back home, and protect her low-tech village from her high-tech abductors?

Huntress of Avaleor pits low-tech wits against high-tech machinations. Who will come out on top?

• Language: English
• Publisher: Eposic
• Release date: Dec 24, 2022
• ISBN: 9798215208762

Dave Eidson

David Eidson was born in 1956 and graduated valedictorian from Macks Creek High School in Missouri. He is a lifelong Missourian, where he worked for over 30 years as a machine operator in a cedar novelty factory near the Lake of the Ozarks. He is an amateur artist, keyboard player, and songwriter. His songs can be heard on YouTube and Soundcloud under the name Ozarkbluefox.

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Huntress of Avaleor: A Tale of Low and High Tech

Dave Eidson and MK Eidson

Published by Eposic, 2022.

This is a work of fiction. Similarities to real people, places, or events are entirely coincidental.

HUNTRESS OF AVALEOR: A TALE OF LOW AND HIGH TECH

First edition. December 24, 2022.

Copyright © 2022 Dave Eidson and MK Eidson.

ISBN: 979-8215208762

Written by Dave Eidson and MK Eidson.

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Table of Contents

Title Page

Copyright Page

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Dedication

Huntress of Avaleor: A Tale of Low and High Tech

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About the Author

About the Publisher

This story is dedicated to the down-to-earth, loving, spiritual families of rural Missouri that shaped our childhoods and later years.

We also dedicate this story to the memory of Byron Massey, aka Neal F. Guye.

Das moved quicker than anyone expected he could, gripping Viela's throat and lifting her bodily from the pedestal seat. She tried to scream but choked instead, her eyes bulging, her limbs and red tresses flailing.

Bryn didn't hesitate. It was Das or them. She loosed her poisoned arrow at the large man's unprotected head. Why had it come to this? She did not kill people. She'd made that clear to Eirdan when he'd first pulled her here to his world, to Savas.

Her ancestors had once lived on Savas. That was long ago, before the war that had rendered Savas all but uninhabitable. Most of the survivors of that war had fled the planet in large metallic Sails, including Bryn's great grandparents. They'd found a new home on Avaleor.

Avaleor was where Viela, Vinga, and Bryn should be, where they would be right now if not for Eirdan and his white metal sphere and Bryn's curiosity. Why did she have to be so curious?

It had all started with an inexplicable flash of red....

FROM SOMEWHERE IN THE skies above the misty forest, the shrill cry of a distant bird of prey pierced the early morning calm. Bryn offered a silent prayer to Zaasa the Sky Spirit as she moved slowly and quietly on the hunt. She'd broken her fast on a few snailfruit berries, but she was still hungry, and she wanted to take some food back to Trou. Now she was on the trail of a glider separated from its pack. Glider meat was edible and there would be plenty to share. She'd need help getting it back to the village, but that could be arranged easily enough once the creature was slain.

The soft hum of small wings followed by a touch on her shoulder drew her attention away from the hunt. The yellow-feathered humming owl had watched over her last night and wanted its reward. Hello, Pasca, she whispered, and offered the bird a bit of sweet vine she always carried for this purpose. She'd met and bonded with Pasca when she'd gone on her first solo hunt, years ago.

Pasca had awakened her last night. It had only been a falling star, but it had been a sight to behold, its trail lingering for several long seconds in the cool