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This is a work of fiction. Names, characters, places, and incidents either are the product of the

author’s imagination or are used fictitiously, and any resemblance to actual persons, living or

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The Finder

Cover Art by Catt Ford

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June 2011

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Dedication

For my partner, the find of a lifetime.

The Finder

Chapter 1

R HAN emerged from the forest and shielded his eyes against noon’s

glare. White stones jumbled on the ancient battlefield like ice floating

in a green sea. In the distant foothills, red and black pennants fluttered

above clouds of dust. He was relieved to see they were on time for their

meeting with the imperial convoy. The empire of Tyume would have

exacted a price if they had been tardy answering the summons.

A slice of shade behind a tumbled wall offered relief from the

heat. Rhan sat, wrapped his arms around his knees, and sniffed the dry

air. He was eager to smell this new place before it filled with his

kinsmen’s familiar scents.

The approaching Tyumens were upwind, and rivers of scent

revealed what dust obscured. Many horses, as he had expected. Oxen,

probably pulling supply wagons, as well as dogs and llamas. Sweaty

men and women who smelled of the cheese and smoked meat favored

by soldiers of Tyume. Beneath it all were undercurrents of grass and

the arid smell of sun-baked stone.

“Rhan! This is no time for napping.”

He jumped to his feet. The village tetrarch had emerged from the

forest downwind and caught him unawares. Her weathered face

glowered as if she’d caught him stealing apples from the storehouse.

“Help Catrin collect wood for the fires. They’ll expect us to feed

them and they won’t want to wait.” She didn’t conceal her displeasure

at the prospect.

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