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Read an excerpt from my latest book, "The Legend of Griff"

Part One Hedgehog Stew Wind stirred the trees, carrying the unmistakable stench of man. Olog lifted his shaggy head and tasted the air, his mismatched nostrils flaring angrily. The smell of human soldiers hung thickly in the damp morning breeze; that familiar stink of perspiration and filth congealing beneath unwashed leather and rusted mail announcing the imminent arrival of his quarry. He could smell horse too, and not too far away his keen ears caught the sound of approach

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