Description Walking up and looking over the edge of the hill, what I viewed looked like prisoners with guards around them.
Gary\'s previous writing experience includes writing columns for independent news media in many states for over 30 years, and creating p.
He firmly believes that those who don\'t know or ignore history are doomed to repeat it.
Gary enjoys the study of history and politics and has run for political office.
While he traveled far and wide, his heart and home were always in the Pacific Northwest.
He spent much of his early adulthood traveling and working throughout the United States where he had the chance of meeting and learning about the lives of people in various regions of the country.
While he was born in Portland, Oregon, Gary has lived most of his life in southeastern Washington State.
About the Author Gary Wayne is the pen name for an artist and writer who hails from the great Pacific Northwest.
It\'s time for those new adventures to begin.
It\'s a time of unusual pets, wizards, dragons, and little people.
Bailey slid down beside us and shook her head, asking, "Isn\'t he dead?" Ziggy looked over the edge and commented, "That is the ugliest dog I have ever seen." New adventures and marvelous new characters await the readers in this second Book of the Series of Imperealisity. "You mean the thing with big, pointed ears and red eyes?" "Yes, that is what I mean," Steve said.
I am asking you," Steve said. "No.
Steve asked, "Marty, what is that thing?" "You\'re asking the wrong person, Steve," I replied.
Bailey looked at both of us, with our faces pale and blank, then stood up, and took in the view.
Suddenly he was sliding down and sitting next to me on the ground.
Steve stood, looked over the edge of the hill viewing the guards, and then noticed the same thing I had seen.
Turning and sliding down the wall of rocks behind me, I sat down.
As I tried to observe everything, suddenly, what I saw almost gave me a scare of which I have never had before in my life.
Description Walking up and looking over the edge of the hill, what I viewed looked like prisoners with guards around them
