Legends of Lasniniar The Wild Side coverLegends of Lasniniar: The Wild Side

Series: The World of Lasniniar

The Fey Wood. Iarion stares at the looming forest of ancient oaks and pines and tries not to feel nervous.

A few trees should not intimidate him. But the Wild Elves do not welcome strangers.

Even attractive ones, who search for answers to a thousand year-old problem.

…Unless Iarion can somehow convince them otherwise.

A stand-alone story from the World of Lasniniar series of Iarion’s past, “Legends of Lasniniar: The Wild Side” by Jacquelyn Smith adds to the elf’s growing legend.

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The Wild Side Excerpt

Iarion stared at the looming forest of ancient oaks and pines, trying not to feel nervous.

This is ridiculous. I’m a Wood Elf! A few trees shouldn’t scare me.

Despite his brave thoughts, he couldn’t help feeling unsettled. He could sense the pulse of life coming from the Fey Wood. It felt wild and unfettered—completely unlike any forest he had ever entered. His stomach performed an anxious backflip. He had heard about the Wild Elves that dwelled within, but he had never met one. He wasn’t sure what to expect, especially after his prolonged stay among the conservative Sea Elves. Part of him wanted to dismiss the forest altogether and move on.

But what if they have the answers I need?

It was a possibility he couldn’t ignore. He had spent countless years wandering Lasniniar in the hopes of finding someone who might be able to help him. If there was any chance he might find the answers he desperately sought in the Fey Wood, he had no choice but to enter. He straightened his shoulders and brushed his long, silver braids back behind his pointed ears.

Enough stalling.

Iarion walked toward the trees, keeping his hands well away from the knife at his belt and the bow resting on his shoulder. The last thing he wanted was to be perceived as a threat. His silver-flecked sapphire eyes darted from shadow to shadow as he approached. Even though he couldn’t see anyone standing watch, he knew the sentries were there. No elves would leave their forest unprotected.

Iarion blinked. An arrow buzzed past his ear, grazing his cheek. He put a startled hand to his face and saw blood on his fingers. He glared at the trees in disbelief.

“Consider yourself lucky,” a female voice called from the shadows in Elvish. “My sister wanted to aim lower.”

“Why did you shoot me?” Iarion spluttered. It had been the last thing he had expected. “I approached peacefully!”

“This is Wild Elf territory,” the voice said. “We do not welcome intruders.”

[Copyright © Jacquelyn Smith, 2021]

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