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Pen Name: Magusfang Title: Children Of The Night Mother or Child Of The Night Mother. Haven't decided yet. Word count: 12,271 I changed stories mid stream Excerpt: Child Of The Night Mother Chapter 1: Reborn Gayle stared at the iron clad men, their faces twisted so in rage and fear that they only vaguely resembled humans as they crowded around her and her companions, men and women who she knew intimately but also never met in her relatively short life. She could hear the din of battle, steel and iron ringing out so loudly it almost drown out the screams of agony from the dying and wounded; she could smell the blood and feces in the air and knew it was the perfume the Angel of Death preferred. It took Gayle only a moment to realized the tall strong body she seemed to inhabit wasn't hers, the powerful hands that held both her horse's reigns and the wicked looking sword were definitely not hers. Gayle also quickly realized that even though she saw from the eyes of some great and fearsome warrior of an age long past; she was just a passenger, having no control over the body she now inhabited. She watched helplessly as the powerful man spurred the great horse beneath him and fear crept into her breast as the creature leapt forward and she could feel the unbridled power of the massive steed, its screams of rage echoing it's master's as they joined battle together. Gayle watched in horror as the heavily muscled arm that held the sword swung back and forth, mowing men down like a farmer harvesting wheat; but the chaff of the carnage was the hot salty blood that splashed her, leaving a coppery taste in her mouth and the flat smell of wet iron clinging to her nostrils. Had she any control of the massive man she haunted from inside, she would have retched and most likely fallen from the sure footed beast that ran down nearly as many men as it's master struck down with the blood slimed blade in his hand. Gayle didn't need to turn and look behind the to know the path of carnage they left in their wake was truly something more suited to hell! Gayle suddenly felt an agonizing sharp pain between her shoulder blades, a pain that quickly turned to a fiery burning unlike anything she had ever experienced; a pain so all encompasing that her hands went numb and she lost both sword and reigns as she slowly slid from the iron and leather saddled, the ground quickly rushing up to meet her. But before she could impact the blood soaked earth, her eyes flew open and she gasped loudly, sure she still felt the agonozing burning of whatever had mortally pierced her body. She stiffened as the pain left her, slowly fading like the after glow in one's eyes after staring at the sun for too long; once she could concentrate on what her body was really feeling, she realized she wasn't wearing armor and was, in fact, a cool soft night gown; it wasn't some war charger she lay on, or even the wet slimy earth, but a soft bed with soft warm sheet covering her small body. But there was one other sensation that quickly garnered her attention, a large muscular arms holding her gently and she instinctively knew that the large gentle hand draped over her small breast was indeed the same strong hand she saw in her dream, the same hand that was holding a blood drenched sword as it's owner ended life after life.

​Nano One names: DirtyAngel...yep used the same pen name Title: Choices Word Count: 4891 going slow but still on pace And don't friend unless you want me to friend you right back

Thanks BW, I was worried cause I broke pretty much every rule writing it, but it was fun

Nano Pen Name: ChrissyQuinn (I'm just as bad as CL) Novel Title: Heart of the Forest Word Count: (from Nov. 1st) 30, 229