Hemanth Gorur's newly released paranormal thriller

[Hemanth]

Aymaran Shadow.
26 freshly brewed chapters dishing out horror, assault, retribution, and lust.
The chilling story of a woman destined to be violated. In every lifetime.

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Excerpt
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Somewhere in the Andes
Circa. 1782

The thundering hooves dug deep into the wet Bolivian soil as the swarthy rider from Caracas hunched into the beast under him. Fie be upon that woman! The passing underbrush swung back in rebellion as the maddened horse careened through the canyon that was awash with eerie darkness. Occasionally, the distant glow of burning villages served to heighten the rider’s grim resolve. Calamarca was gone. Potosi and Sucre in the south had been razed to the ground. Oruro had been seized and the elders of the village annihilated. To the north and the west, Pilo Lajas and Chulumani had been bludgeoned into submission, while La Paz and El Alto had been under siege for four sunsets.

Still, there were pockets of fierce resistance from tribal warlords who had not yet submitted to the rule of the Rosa. They had to be quelled. Especially that Senorita from Cochabamba! People would pay for their rebellion. With their lives. With their dignity, if necessary. The swarthy rider dug his spurs deeper into the beast’s underbelly; time was of essence and there were conspiracies to be hatched. He was a conquistador after all – acapitán at that. It was but his job to cull ignorant populations and exchange blood for gold from the Empire.

The beast responded to its master’s provocation and surged forward as its sinews strained against the massive girth of the man straddling it. The flared nostrils of the thoroughbred betrayed the hours of tiresome running it had been subjected to across the barren Andean countryside. Its widened eyes conveyed a sense of fear. A fear of the unknown. A fear born of past traps.

And then it happened. No amount of preparation could prepare one for an Aymaran ambush.