George Cottonwood Books

fantasy

  • Love’s Sendero Part 7

    Rude images and graffiti littered the walls along the passageway. Apparently, these bandits had an artist in residence, one that liked breasts and had the vocabulary of a school child. We slowly made our way through the winding passages, with… Continue reading

  • Love’s Sendero Part 6

    We washed our weapons, arms, and faces with what water we had, keeping an eye out for the two adults that had slithered away. But they never came back. We walked on for another hour before we came toward some… Continue reading

  • Love’s Sendero Part 3

    We began the trek through the canyon. I didn’t want to travel through it by way of the bottom road, and I knew there had to be a side trail up the canyon walls that herders used to join the… Continue reading

  • Love’s Sendero Part 2

    I woke up with a start and shot to my feet. Too quickly, for my head began to ache with a fierce storm of pain and nausea. Hunched now, I leaned forward with my hands braced on my knees while… Continue reading

  • Love’s Sendero Part 1

    “The wagon rocked side to side, jostling us with each bump. I leaned over the edge to look at the old wagon wheels. It had been a rough ride so far, but I didn’t see anything loose or wobbly yet.… Continue reading