Blood Red

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Blood Red: Midnight Fables Book One Copyright  2004 Vivi Anna

ISBN: 1-55410-090-9

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Blood Red

Cigarette smoke hung in the air like a cancerous fog. The stink of old sweat and stale ale thickened the already stagnant air. The old pub was scattered with its usual mix of degenerates and lowlifes. Farmers, blacksmiths, and masons with a penchant for too much drink mingled with thieves, bandits, and bounty hunters with a predilection for mayhem, each drowning in alcohol to forget the fact that their country was on the brink of war. With whom, no one knew, and their people starved from too few harvests. The fact that the nobles did nothing but satisfy their own desires while their people died also added to the forlorn and empty looks on their weathered faces.

Red sat in the darkened corner and breathed it all in. The rotting country was not of her concern. She loved nothing more than the stench of Harry’s Pub.

This was her home. She traveled more than not, never sleeping in the same place for long. But when she was in the wooded village, she always came back here.

Mary, the portly waitress, set another glass of vodka on Red’s table. She cleared away the empties 1