Meet Bowser. Those horns may look intimidating, and his toothy grin can be downright fearsome.  But you know what they say about books and their covers… 😉

 

Crouched in the dappled shade of a gnarled cedar tree, Bowser inhaled a long, slow breath.

The bitter tang of oily sap that bubbled from a gash in the tree’s trunk.

The dusty heat from sun-baked rocks and chalky, clay-hardened soil.

The earthy spice of charcoal and wood smoke…and a sweetness so tantalizing he could almost taste it as the scent filled his sinuses. Continue reading →