![]() Its toes grew stronger, able to flex the talons on their tips and dig them into the ground as it hunted. Its arms had grown longer, its legs shorter, to compensate. The more it relied on scent to hunt, the more time it spent on all fours. Long ago it had stood on two legs all the time. It rarely did that these days, preferring to lope on hands and feet in a springing run that kept its nose closer to the ground-the better to sniff out prey. The room was scarcely higher than the Beast, if the Beast stood. For the Beast, the stones themselves emitted light, turning the black to a deep gray that showed the length and depth of the prison cell. You become responsible, forever, for what you have tamed.įor any other creature, the room would have been pitch-black. Interior layout and design by Colleen Sheehan of Write Dream Repeat Book Design No part of this work may be reproduced, or stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, photocopying, recording, or otherwise, without written permission of the publisher.Īmazon, the Amazon logo, Kindle Scout, and Kindle Press are trademarks of, Inc., or its affiliates. ![]() Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or actual events is purely coincidental. Names, characters, organizations, places, events, and incidents are either products of the author’s imagination or are used fictitiously. ![]() Special thanks to Kindle Press for this amazing opportunity. ![]() Not Everything Dies © 2017 by John Patrick Kennedy ![]()
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