Chapter 8-End of book, Falcondance,book 3,Hawksong by Amelia.Atwater Rhodes, chapter 8- end of book

Fantasy Chapter 8, https://youtu.be/7gBuDvx95ak Chapter 9b, https://youtu.be/kiJ_TSVBp0w Chapter 10a, https://youtu.be/3-XZghLZKf0 Chapter 10b, https://youtu.be/v2VQkHP3XqA Chapter 11, https://youtu.be/gnf3V_tiB18 Chapter 12a, https://youtu.be/hYRZAURwiOk Chapter 12b, https://youtu.be/mB8A7SfGfeY Chapter 13a, https://youtu.be/5wrDaV06usM Chapter 13b, https://youtu.be/xLDnphiqutI Chapter 13c, https://youtu.be/Kfj8p-InmjU Chapter 13d, https://youtu.be/iixerL6NQrw Chapter 14, https://youtu.be/P9llj5lDdg4 Chapter 15a, https://youtu.be/1pSKJGXf038 Chapter 15b, https://youtu.be/fVf44fiS39c Chapter 16a, https://youtu.be/cHWCM-9i1nE Chapter 16b, https://youtu.be/BcNzm6-ivwg Chapter 17, https://youtu.be/urM3QhbSDG4

First night{Chapter 3,Jacquline Nightwalker}

The Battle was still raging in many quadraints. Tilting ones head hither and neither noise was audible screams and moans from various wounds those deadly others not so severe. Horses neighing. Chariots crunching over falling enemy. Father{ whose name was Gidion} was being treated. Jeremiah my forth oldest brother was a perigrin falcon, Jeremiah ranContinue reading “First night{Chapter 3,Jacquline Nightwalker}”

Trepadation

Terrific sounding word, Old as time, Well older then me, Trepadation, consern, Dedication, Medication, Volume, Sound, Cadence of ones thoughts, Viewing Saint Loius Arch, Manifest Destiny, Historic, Georgia here I come, Trepadation, Concentration, Irrigation, Moments spent in her eyes, Her hand envelooed in mine, Time, Spent, Trees, Path, Home, Wink,Wink,

Chapter links to my YouTube channle, “Racing in the rain” by Garth Stein

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Kittens dance

Glide, slip, hop, glide, Ricochet rounds bends, Ponce where others jump, not unusually, Sophie does it best, Full of gleee, full of wonder, Like a ballerina, Grace never alludes her, Soaring like Iowa eagles, Cressing table tops, Never will my little girl roam, Inside kitty like her sister mom and uncle Black, Maybe one dayContinue reading “Kittens dance”