Novel Magic-Orion's Foot
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The Amazon—where monsters and mystery lurk. Orion’s Foot is a taleof passion and obsession.
Most people have never heard the word “cryptid” and indeed, Petra learnsof the term for the first time when she’s researching the Mapinguari, aBigfoot-like beast rumored to live in the Amazonian rainforest. A cryptid canbe any of the following:
- A creature from myth andlegend
- A supernatural or paranormalentity
- An extinct animal who maystill inhabit a specific area
- An animal found in an areait doesn’t normally inhabit
- An animal of an unusual sizeor appearance
- An animal that doesn’tresemble any known species
- A hoax—stuffed,photoshopped, false accounts
The Mapinguari, which the team of scientists in Orion’s Foot have come to find, is abeast who lives in the forests of the Peruvian Amazon. It is huge and hairy andhas a hole in its stomach, into which it sucks unwary villagers. It resembles creatures found in other partsof the world—Bigfoot, the Yeti, Sasquatch. It is not nice, as ourheroine Petra Steele, and her hero Emory Andrews, discover to their chagrin.
Orion’s Foot: Myth, Mystery,and Romance in the Amazon
M. S. Spencer
Wild Rose Press, October 30,2019
442 p.
Rating: Spicy (PG13)
Blurb:
Excerpt: TheMapinguari
They went back down the paththey’d come, surveying the ground and vegetation for any trace of a largeanimal. They had reached the mahogany tree when Petra checked her watch.“Winston’s been gone half an hour. Maybe we should—” Her words were cut off bya low snarl. “Emory? Is that you?” She whirled around. “Where are you?”
For answer, the growl grewdeeper and more menacing. Sounds like agorilla—but they don’t live here, do they? She whispered, “Emory?”
“Shh.” She looked up. Emory clung to a low branch of the mahoganytree. He held a hand out. “Quickly.”
She grabbed a liana, hopingfervently it wasn’t a Strychnos vine,and scrambled up. The growl came again, closer. They climbed higher. Somethingcrashed through the woods, puffing. Whatever it was entered the clearing, andthe noise stopped. Petra held her breath and Emory’s hand. It must be looking for us. After a lengthy pause that left herfeeling chilled to the bone in the torrid heat, the puffing started again,gradually diminishing into the distance. She waited five more minutes to besure it was gone before whispering, “Did you get a look at it?”
“No, the foliage was in theway, but it sounded awfully big. And grouchy. I’m going to—” As he started toclimb down, a twig snapped below them. They froze.
Something’s being dragged through the underbrush.
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About the Author:
M. S. Spencer has lived or traveled in five of the seven continents andhas published thirteen mystery or romantic suspense novels. She has twochildren, a wonderful granddaughter, and divides her time between the GulfCoast of Florida and a tiny village in Maine.
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