The Green Ladies
Published on 20. April 2024
Book
Paperback/Softback
82 pages
979-8-224-49571-9 (ISBN)
Description
Hawthorn, the best bounty hunter in the untamed wilderness known as the Wilds, is tracking down of the one biggest jobs of his career, the notorious thief, outlaw, and people's here, Jack Dance, Wanted for Stealing a mysterious object of known origin and the killing of six men in the city of Redemption, Dance has a got a price on his head big enough to attract every gunslinging and hotshot bounty hunter eager to take a shot at getting the haul. But they got to through Hawthorn first.
In the first of the Seven Tales to Redemption, Hawthorn catches his elusive prey, Jack Dnce. Together, the ride to the backwater town of Gideonville, where Hawhtorn runs in into an old acquaintance that a has a bone to with the infamous bounty hunter. Coupled with the arrival of a mysterious group of enchanting seductresses known as the Green Ladies, who reside atop a floating island that moves, Hawthorn's and Dance's first adventure on the road to Redemption will prove endemic to the land of dangers and beauties, mysteries and riches, outlaws and killers known as the Wilds.
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Language
English
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Paperback (trade)
Unsewn / adhesive bound
Dimensions
Height: 216 mm
Width: 140 mm
Thickness: 5 mm
Weight
116 gr
ISBN-13
979-8-224-49571-9 (9798224495719)
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Texas-grown and Texas-twisted, I write from the heart of blood, sweat, pain, and absolution. The words which I etch into the parchment are not my own but are those I found heaving and writhing under corded barbs, biting into their pinkish, raw-moist flesh, that bound them in the blackest depths of the ceaseless void. I merely released these selfsame utterings of the beyond from their bindings, and they now sing and chant in sacrilegious harmony to those whose dwellings lie across from the dimension of the strange and unknowable, whose minds swim in dark and unfathomable abysses, and whose footsteps carry them past the edge of sanity to the exordium of the cosmos.
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