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    The Waystation: Crimson Legacy
    The Waystation: Crimson Legacy
    The Waystation: Crimson Legacy
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    The Waystation: Crimson Legacy

    By Michelle Bryan

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    The world after the shift wars is not for the faint of heart.

    Life is a constant struggle.

    Each day harder to survive than the one before.

    Tater, the traveling trader, has seen his fair share of this new world's atrocities.

    But somehow he has always managed to escape unscathed.

    Not this time.

    This time it's his life on the line.

    And his deliverance may very well rest in the hands of a tortured young woman who no longer believes in hope or salvation.

    Enjoy your trip into the perilous Sandlands. And don't miss out on the three novels in the Crimson Legacy series.

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherMichelle Bryan
    Release dateMay 17, 2021
    ISBN9798201046309
    The Waystation: Crimson Legacy

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      The Waystation - Michelle Bryan

      MICHELLE BRYAN

      © 2016 by Michelle Bryan

      All Rights Reserved

      This book is a work of fiction. People, places, events, and situations are the product of the author's imagination. Any resemblance to actual persons, living or dead, or historical events, is purely coincidental. No part of this book may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted by any means without the written permission of the author.

      The blistering rays of the late afternoon sun beat down on the man and mule trudging over the parched ground with a mercilessness typical to the Sandlands. Heat shimmers blended with swirling dust devils, causing the little-man to pull the cloth covering his mouth higher over his nose and shade his eyes with his hand. He spotted vultures circling slowly up ahead. Squinting against the sun, he tried to make sense of what had their attention. They swooped in pairs to the desert floor, tearing away bloody chunks of their unexpected meal. Whatever it was, it was already dead. Nothing he could do for it.  Better it than him, he thought.

      A slight neigh from the mule drew his attention away from the feeding scavengers, and he patted the animal’s nose in a soothing gesture. It's okay Winnie, we'll be there soon. None of those winged predators will taste your innards anytime soon, my dear. I promise you that. I'll procure water and food for you shortly, or my name is not Winston Phillip the Third. I’ll keep you safe. Do you remember that time we came across those raiders in the mountains....

      His rambling on to the animal may have looked silly to any observer. Maybe even crazy; but to the little man it was as inherent as breathing. Weeks of crisscrossing these harsh lands without seeing another human face made for a solitary life for the traveling trader. It wasn’t like he had much of a choice in his pick of conversationalists. And Winnie was a great listener. She never disagreed with anything he said.

      The flat landscape was becoming rockier now. More recognizable and he knew he was getting close.  His eyes searched for, and found, the unusual rock formation. His standard marker

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