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Work In Progress Quote [to go on the Flylief]-- work in progress because i am awaiting input from Jan Lowe van Bolhuis for regional [Groningen] grammar correction, if further correction is needed:
Working Title = "Soulborne"; Book Three by Brandon Eugene Bolhuis
Series = Legacy Of Tril by []
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"Kleine veranderingen kunnen een groot verschil maken." ~ Bolhuis Family Motto [adopted by Brandon Eugene Bolhuis May 2021]
- {"It takes only one difference to make a difference."}
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Work In Progress Excerpt from Pre-Prologue Prologue
Working Title = "Soulborne"; Book Three by Brandon Eugene Bolhuis
Series = Legacy Of Tril by Z Brewer [@butucancallmez]
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"Why are you doing this, Grandpa?" she asked "Doing what?" he replied, looking carefully at Cheyenne."Why are you here, now, reading this story to me that I've read to myself a hundred times?"
"'Here ... now'? ..." he wasn't sure what she'd meant, so he asked her to give him a moment, and went to the living room to chat with her father.
"What did you do to Cheyenne?"
"I didn't do anything to Seamus," the younger said with some venom. "You told him that it's ok to not be himself, so I took him to a doctor who made him forget all of your 'positivity'." ...
Cheyenne coughed just then.
Cheyenne Eugene was just a child, yet, and it's a tragedy that her father wouldn't let her learn about all of the evil in the world; all of the Real evil in the world. Her family's history will have to teach her; it's all she has left.
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Work In Progress Excerpt from Prologue
Working Title = "Soulborne"; Book Three by Brandon Eugene Bolhuis
Series = Legacy Of Tril by Z Brewer [@butucancallmez]
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a random guard runs up, sword drawn, "Miss! What's wrong, Miss? Who are you screamin' at?"
Kaya points at the figure kneeling before her, "I'm screaming at him! I'd like to know what he thinks he's doing!"
the guard looks where indicated and asks, again, "What's wrong, Miss? If I wasn't looking as closely as I am, I would say that you're screaming at the roses and, if you're screaming at the roses, Miss, then ... well, my job, Miss."
Kaya turns to the guard, who looks like he's been here a long while. she wonders why they havent met before, gives the guard a hard look, then turns back to ... nothing. she looks around frantically, "Where'd he go?"
the guard moves over to stand where Kaya had pointed, and knelt down to take a look, "I'll humor you, Miss, and I have to say that I think you're touched." lost in thought, commending the situation, the guard brushes a hand lightly through the grass, then snaps it back suddenly; puts his finger in his mouth.
blood? fire? hell of a day to be his first day on the job, and himself just a refugee who was snatched off of the street for it.
the guard sets the sword aside and unsheaths a dagger, taps around with it some to find something sticking up out of the bed.
"Why would anyone bury something like that pommel-down?" he wondered. "Pardon?" Kaya asked, distracted, still looking around for the stranger.
"Why would anyone use just a dagger, buried upside-down, for a trap, Miss?" and with it so easy to dig up?
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