Finding teasers from Tribe of the Snow Tiger is really tough.  So much reveals the secrets in the story, so I can only take parts of side adventures or from before the big reveal.  That happens early on, so I don’t have much.  I’m hoping to release this book soon, but searching for an excerpt showed several typos.  Guess I’m editing instead of writing the new book and I hope I can do it within the week.  This is more of a search for missing words and typos, so we’ll see how it goes.  Anyway, enjoy the reunion below.

Timoran Wrath by Jason Pedersen

Sitting cross-legged at the cliff’s edge, Timoran stares at the peaceful evening that has enveloped his homeland. The snow has melted to reveal crisp grass and rocky patches of earth that lead to the lower mountains. Being on the southernmost cliff of the curved range, the mellow warrior can see the vast expanse of wilderness to every side, except behind him where the encampment sits among the stones. The grunt of a bear rumbles over the mountains, the large predator a faint shadow among the collection of boulders atop a distant rise. A herd of caribou are sleeping and grazing to the west, the beasts close enough for him to make out their antlers in the crimson moonlight. Only a half mile away is a snow leopard and her cubs feasting on a recent kill that has already been forgotten by the fallen prey’s family. The other goats have already galloped along the sheer cliffs to seek refuge within the craggy walls, only the occasional bang of butting heads revealing their presence. After watching the calming display of brutal nature, Timoran finds himself happy to be home and his worries remain shoved to the back of his mind.

“Thank you for offering to keep watch,” Cyrus says as he joins his old friend with two stools for them to use. He hands the other man a bottle of light green alcohol that reeks of licorice. “I know you prefer Ifrit mead, but I only carry Leviathan ale these days. The other stuff brings back too many memories. I’m surprised you keep drinking it or can even find your favorite brew out there. Must have cost a lot of money.”

“I have always found a way and it is more popular in our neighbor’s cities than you would think,” Timoran replies, taking a quick sip of the harsh liquor. Balancing himself on the small seat, he leans forward and watches the stars continue to appear. “I assume you are here because your men do not trust me to be alone. There is no reason to lie to me. Though I do ask again that you and the others keep my situation a secret. All three of my companions have prying eyes and ears. It would be best that they not know what I am walking into. They could make it worse with their desire to help.”

With a small nod, Cyrus glances over his shoulder and sees the silhouette of Luke on top of a nearby boulder. The half-elf is meditating with his head slightly tilted toward the pair, the angle becoming more pronounced whenever he drifts into a deeper trance. No more than a few yards away, Nyx rests on the only patch of grass to be found on the cliff. She is talking to Dariana in hushed whispers, but there is a subtle glow around her violet eyes that betrays the spell she is using.

“At least the silver-haired woman isn’t spying on you,” Cyrus says before taking another sip. “Dariana is a fascinating person. Tougher than I would have thought, which is why I’m surprised she is respectful of your boundaries.”

“She is a telepath, so I could not stop her even if I wanted to. So I greatly appreciate that she is behaving herself,” Timoran replies as he goes back to watching the caribou. A muttered apology can be heard from Nyx and Luke shifts in an attempt to better hide his intentions.