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Raised From The Wild

'Am I hallucinating? Am I dying?' Marx thought. Perhaps he was seeing visions because he was feverish, and his head ached from the contusions he suffered during the crash. He blinked, but the vision was still there. He saw a beautiful woman fully naked on the edge of the other side of the spring. Her slightly wavy hair with the color of copper cascaded freely down her slim waist. She raised her arms and dived cleanly into the water. Marx waited, but after some time, she did not emerge. Marx chuckled. How could a woman be in a jungle in the middle of nowhere?" He heard a growl from behind him, and before he could react, a big tiger pounced on him. The last thing he remembered was seeing four canines closing in and hearing a loud female voice shouting, "Khalil, stop!" … Discover how Amaya, who grew up in the wild, coped with the pressure and challenges of returning to the civilized world. Accompany her on her journey to find love, acceptance, and recognition in the treacherous human world of betrayal and greed. *** The book cover is not mine. It is a photo of one of the most beautiful actresses in my country. *** Jan 2025. I finally had the chance to upload the characters' avatars. I hope you will love Amaya, Marx, and Ibrahim just as I loved bringing them to life.

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The Way To Win

A butcher cut the boar's neck. An attendant was holding an elaborately designed wooden bowl to catch the first few drops of blood that fell from the boar's wound on its neck. An elderly priest took the bowl. He let the king and the queen kneel on the ground and face east. He uttered some words using the ancient Ra-Iyan dialect and then smeared blood on the forehead of the king and queen.

Zanzara was disgusted by the blood and it showed clearly on her face. The priest frowned at her and it was only then that the queen adjusted her facial expression and wore a gentle smile.

"This ceremony is to remember the first King of Ra-Iya who was a great hunter."  The priest had a small wooden drum in his hand.  He circled the kneeling couple three times while lightly beating the drum.  He said that it was to ward off the evil spirits.