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    The Predator of the Meadow
    The Predator of the Meadow
    The Predator of the Meadow
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    The Predator of the Meadow

    By Stephen Cote

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    Vincent Wagner is a soldier for the Panthera Corporation. His mind has been chemically and behaviorally altered to make him a more effective soldier. Soldiers for the Panthera Corporation have no memories of what transpired during their duty. For Vincent, his duty leaves him with the impression that he is a lion in a vast meadow, moving and fighting with perfect ferocity and no long-term memory. But then he wakes up.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherStephen Cote
    Release dateOct 30, 2011
    ISBN9781466190955
    The Predator of the Meadow
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    Stephen Cote

    I am a software and security architect and manager. I enjoy writing hard and whimsical science fiction, adult fantasy, and poetry. As an early advocate of Creative Commons licensing, many of my short stories and poems have been available online since 1996.If you would like to learn more about my writing, open source projects, please contact me at sw.cote@gmail.com.

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      The Predator of the Meadow - Stephen Cote

      The Predator of the Meadow

      Stephen W. Cote

      Copyright Stephen W. Cote 2005

      Published at Smashwords

      Smashwords Edition, License Notes

      Thank you for downloading this free ebook. Although this is a free book, it remains the copyrighted property of the author, and may not be reproduced, copied and distributed for commercial or non-commercial purposes. If you enjoyed this book, please encourage your friends to download their own copy at Smashwords.com, where they can also discover other works by this author. Thank you for your support.

      About the Author

      Hello and thank you for reading. My name is Stephen W. Cote. I am a Software Engineer and Consultant, a United States Marine, a martial artist, and an author. You can find more information about my early creative writing and ongoing open source projects on whitefrost.com. I enjoy writing hard and whimsical science fiction, adult fantasy, and poetry. As an early advocate of Creative Commons licensing, many of my short stories and poems have been available online since 1996.

      If you enjoy this story, or my other free stories, you may also be interested in my short story collections available on Smashwords, including Nothing Like Heaven.

      If you would like to learn more about my writing, open source projects such as the Hemi JavaScript Framework, or inquire about unpublished manuscripts and shorts, please contact me at whitefrost.com.

      Thank you for taking the time to read my work and I hope you enjoy it.

      Prologue

      It was rage, an exaltation of pure bliss. Behavior modification isolated and exposed the deepest desires of the human mind. Each instinct was fed into the conflagration of the soul as it arose, and everything that made the host sapient was burned away. The strongest instincts were to sleep, to mate, and to fight. He was presently capable of only feeling rage.

      He charged from hiding through the thicket and tore out the jugular of a young fauna lapping from a stagnant pool. The beast of prey turned round toward the heavy forest, leaving the fresh meat to rot. A growl from his flank sent him reeling ninety degrees. Another predator had broken the ranks of his pack and was mid-leap and inbound. While his feline instincts told him to leap into the fray, a stronger human intuition compelled him to use a different strategy. He hunkered down and pushed off his haunches into a short leap and gored the exposed belly of his attacker. In one graceful motion, his saber-like teeth plunged into the soft underbelly and his claws caught hold of intestines. When all four paws were firmly planted on the ground, the predator steadied himself against the weight of the enemy body. The enemy struggled and dug its hind legs

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