A Criminal and a Bounty Hunter

He hung upside down from his tightly bound ankles, dreadlocked hair hanging at odd angles as it struggled to align with the pull of gravity. The scent of unwashed human wafted from him and turned my stomach as he bobbed before me. Yellow and brown teeth appeared from behind his lips as he spewed curses up at me. With the increased pain and nausea, I was sorely temped to kick him in the face. It would not be wise move since he was still armed with a sorry looking sword and slashed at me as he spun.

Wren's adventure begins. Come, read her first chapter, and let the writer know what you think.

Wren Romany - Chapter One - by Rachel Rossano