Authors: Laurence Dahners
An Ell Donsaii story #
Laurence E Dahners
Laurence E Dahners
Though this book
“stand alone” it will be
easier to understand if read as part of the series including “Quicker (an Ell Donsaii story)
” “Smarter (an Ell Donsaii story #2)
(an Ell Donsaii story #3)
“Rocket (an Ell Donsaii story #4)
and “Comet! (an Ell Donsaii story #5).”
I have minimized
of explanations that would be redundant to the
books in order to provide a better reading experience for those
who are reading the series.
book is licensed for your personal enjoyment only.
Allan Donsaii was an unusually gifted quarterback. He was widely recognized to be startling strong and
was a phenomenally
accurate passer. During his college career he finished two full seasons
interceptions and two games with 100 percent completions. Unfortunately,
he was never drafted
because the pro teams felt he was too small.
captained her college soccer team and was
She rarely played a game without a “steal” and usually had many.
Allan and Kristen dated more and more seriously throughout college and
the end of their senior year
. Their friends kidded them that they were only marrying so that they could start their own sports dynasty
daughter Ell did have
Kristen’s quickness, magnified by Allan’s strength and accuracy.
had a new mutation affecting the myelin sheath
her nerves. Th
mutation produced nerve transmission speeds that were nearly double those of normal neurons.
Nerve impulse transmissions
reflexes. Yet the new myelin sheath was also thinner, allowing more axons, and therefore more neurons, to be packed into the same sized skull. These two factors resulted in a brain which had more neurons, though it wasn’t larger
a more rapid processing speed, akin to a computer with a smaller scale CPU architecture that enables faster processor speeds.
Most importantly, under the influence of adrenalin in a “fight or flight” situation, her nerves
transmit even more rapidly than their normally phenomenal speed.
“He, she, his, hers, him, and her” are not misspelled, this is part of the story. I believe you would rather discover the reason for yourself so will not give it away here.
rose onto hi
to peer over the edge of the rocks
near the border of the little meadow
s wings quivered involuntarily as h
e resisted their effort to lift hi
s eyes a little higher.
A wing beat would
give away hies location.
in the meadow,
just on the other side of the rocks, sunning.
admired Syrdian’s pose;
tall, neck stretched high,
silvery yellow wings canted to the sunlight.
pose seemed relaxed, meditative,
Dex had admired Syrdian f
or hies entire life it seemed
with intense… hope
would change so that
might become a plausible mate for Syrdian.
. In Dex’s mind
of the Yetany tribe. Syrdian, whose rank in the tribe stood so high above
aspirations to win Syrdian’s love
But a young
of a strong wing beat came from
dropped down from tiptoe and turned to cant hi
s own wings to the sun. Whoever was back there would surely see himr
but hopefully wouldn’t recognize that
had been on tiptoe peering
. Rather they might
and Syrdian just happened to both be sunning on opposite sides of
odd little group of
in the meadow
e wing beats even with the low
. Spying Syrdian
Qes stopped flapping and began gliding a smooth curve down to himr
back wings pumping
to provide a little thrust
’s heart sank. Handsome Qes nearly matched Syrdian’s desirab
ility and hies parent
ed high in the tribe. While the tribe
would laugh at
’s aspirations, no one would doubt the suitability of
mating with Syrdian. Qes and Syrdian had been spending more
and more time with one another
to approving glances from the elders.
Worse, Qes might suspect
and recognize the reason that h
e happened to be sunning him
self across the rocks from Syrdian. Qes was just the type to make fun of
at the tribe’s fire tonight.
’s wings sagged as h
e contemplated the situation.
Qes landed. Whatever else they were saying,
as they spoke quietly. “Sweet nothings” hie supposed
as hie hunched down in hi
peered again and saw them clasping one another, wrapping wings
at least pseudo-mating
hey wouldn’t behave in such a fashion if they thought there
Dex’s heart leapt out of hies chest into
neck. Could they
Could one or both of them be carrying a child soon? If so… Dex’s ridiculous hope of mating someday with Syrdian… was truly hopeless.
Suddenly a huge shadow flashed over!
panicked that a
alor had come for himr. H
e slammed hies body down into the underhang at the bottom of the rock beside him
, rolling onto hi
to face up with hi
up and free.
Without conscious thought on hies part h
ies knives had appeared in hi
hands. But there was no
alor there, the shadow had flashed past
toward the meadow. Syrdian!
rolled back out in a terror
, scrabbling hies feet under himr, then kicking frantically into the air, catching wind with a violent
wingstroke that launched himr over the rocks
hind wings pumping
Horrified dread clutched
’s heart. An enormous
alor stood over the hapless Syrdian, one enormous hindclaw pinning Syrdian’s right wing to the ground. Pinned thus, Syrdian couldn’t even turn over to fight for hies life. Qes beat wing
away down the meadow
the tragedy, skimming rapidly just above the meadow’s surface and into the trees.
Wondering at hies own insanity
beat higher, then
tilted over to glide
silently toward the back of the
alor that was now lifting another hindclaw onto Syrdian’s wing and reaching forward with its enormous beak.
slammed into the
alor’s back, sinking hindclaws into the great muscles at the base of the wings and slamming hi
into the base of its neck.
With a tremendous screech the
alor rose up, turning its
long neck and
questing beak back toward
. The knives were too short!
had hoped to penetrate the brain at the base of the neck but too much muscle overlay it! Hie ripped the knives up and out, flaying muscle on the way, but doing
far too little
harm to stop the
alor. A wing beat and a step forward with
blades into the neck itself, twisting and ripping. The ravening beak approached from hies front-low
leaned to the right
avoiding its snapping
. The beak swung back around front to try from the other side.
again, stepping slightly higher in the
alor’s shoulders and reach
in front of the neck, sinking the knives
and ripping back out again with all hi
he talor coughed.
The beak approached from the front-low
leaned away again.