FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 1F09T Book 1 Chapter One - Larissa Of Foxwood As the first soft gray wave of pre-dawn light filtered in through the open bedroom window, there was the slightest movement beneath the blankets. He detected it of course immediately, his peaked ears twitching and rotating like tiny radar stations, his ever-vigilant amber eyes flashing fully open. Yes, she was stirring. Soon she would be awake. His guardian duties were done for another night. He carefully raised himself from where he had lain curled up at the foot of the bed a
FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 2FO9T Book 1 Chapter 2 Chapter Two Gentle waves of harmonious melodic chirpings of birdsong filled Larissa’s head even before she opened her eyes. She awoke instantly aware of where she was – or, at least, where she thought she must be. She reached up to touch her face, to touch where the dream-monitoring wires were attached. But they weren’t there. Had Dr. Gwen already removed them? Certainly, everything must have gone really well, thought Larissa, because she couldn’t remember ever waking up feeling so well-rested and feeling so good all over. But, then again, something was strange… She stretched out
FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 3FO9T Book 1 Chapter 3 Timothy gasped for breath and crawled deeper into the rubbery green fronds of the strange vegetation, deeper into the covering darkness and away from the hunters. His heart was beating so fast he feared it would explode at any moment. His head was so dizzy from fear and exhaustion that he knew it wouldn’t be much longer before he blacked out. And then the monsters would have him! Again came the sound of the thundering hooves of his pursuers’ horses. Timothy flattened himself out on the cool mud beneath the close canopy of dense leaves. He tried to control his heaving breathing and his urge to re
FOX09T Book 1 Chapter 4FO9T Book 1 Chapter 4The storm clouds, their frightening thunderheads pillaring and expanding by the moment, continued to darken and deepen and spread across the skies above the endless grasslands plains. So this is the right spot, thought Elrik, as he accelerated his flight speed, his wings now become invisible from the furious velocity of their thrashing. He had to be in perfect position to observe the “event!” For Elrik was not just any garden-variety sprite. He liked to think of himself as the Prince of the Sprites, maybe even the King! Surely he deserved the crown, he thought, as he was by far the most inventively mischie
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