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Jazz: Monster Collector In: Ultimatums By The Bagful (Season 1, Episode 8)
Jazz: Monster Collector In: Ultimatums By The Bagful (Season 1, Episode 8)
Jazz: Monster Collector In: Ultimatums By The Bagful (Season 1, Episode 8)
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Jazz: Monster Collector In: Ultimatums By The Bagful (Season 1, Episode 8)

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Jazz: Monster Collector, the serialized adventures of Mirth’s only deferred species bond collector. Stories just the right size for your commute, lunch break, or anytime you want a fast, exciting read. Want more? Follow episode by episode as Jazz seeks to uncover the secret force behind the inter-dimensional takeover of the planet she loved, a little place called Earth.

Episode 8, Ultimatums by the Bagful:

Narrowly escaping a close encounter with a two-hundred ton hover train, and the wrath of mobster, Boss Geeter’s thugs, Jazz faces the one things she really can’t face, a paying client from the elitist community of Wellmount. Prodded by her lack of funds and the pestering of her anxious business partner, Jazz stuffs DJ, her trusty companion, into Ship’s tiny cargo hold and together they rocket to the Eastern Wilds, tracking a huge plaeo bear that’s been feasting on the wealthy’s pets. But the eastern forest is home to the human hating wood elves. So why do the dark elves allow Jazz to pursue her hunt? And why, after she’s injured in battle, to they render her aid? And what on Mirth did the darned elves do that was horrible enough to make Jazz go to troll mobster, Boss Geeter, for help. Tune in and find out.

Jazz, Monster Collector, Season One: Earth’s Lament:

Jazz is a deferred species bond collector, which is a polite way of saying, Monster Hunter. She hunts them and whenever she can she destroys them. Her hatred for the Orcs, goblins, trolls, and fairies that live side by side with humans on the magically conjoined planets called Mirth runs deep. But only Jazz knows why, how deep, and what she’s willing to do to express it. But Jazz’s greatest enemy is the invisible power behind the hostile takeover that destroyed the Earth that she remembers. And that’s one enemy Jazz probably won’t live to face.

A fast paced futuristic serial with a hint of noir and a lot of trouble.

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Release dateJan 5, 2014
ISBN9781311970794
Jazz: Monster Collector In: Ultimatums By The Bagful (Season 1, Episode 8)
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RyFT Brand

RyFT Brand is one of the pen names of writer Robert F Thompson. He lives, writes, wonders, and wanders from Bucks County, Pennsylvania. His first novel, A Book of Beginnings was published in 2001. he's just so weird.

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    Jazz - RyFT Brand

    Jazz, Monster Collector in:

    Ultimatums by the Bagful

    season one, episode eight

    RyFT Brand

    Tricorner Publishing’s Smashwords Edition

    Copyright 2011

    This is a work of fiction. Any similarities to

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    JAZZ, Monster Collector

    Season One: Earth’s Lament

    RyFT Brand

    Episode-8: Ultimatums by the Bagful

    Paleo, as in old, like prehistorically old, and bear, as in big, nasty, and apparently hungry—I guess you could call me a snack.

    I was flat on my back, sliding feet first toward the gnashing, fanged jaws, and my MacDaddy revolver, my most trusty of weapons, had fallen somewhere in the rocky crevasses that made up the crags.

    Unable to stop the slide, my only other option was to give in to gravity’s harsh pull. Just as the meaty part of my thigh came in range, the huge beast snapped its jaws closed. I pulled my legs as tightly to my chest as my padded, leather battle clothes would allow, and narrowly avoided him taking a chunk from my tempting drumstick. He was fast, way faster then me, but I had brains and experience. The bear set its front paws on the rock and bit at my prone posterior. I set my hands to either side of my head, kicked my legs forward and pressed off the boulder beneath me, springing myself to my feet on top of the bear. I grabbed one of the bony protuberances that stuck from its massive shoulders like a stalagmite and settled my balance. But the beast reared up on its hind legs and twisted around, taking a snap at my tempting legs.

    Scrud! It missed me, but only because the sudden move had unintentionally catapulted me into the air. Ahhhh! For a moment I was flying, arms and legs flailing, looking for a soft spot to land. But the crags were all rock and ruin.

    Oomph! I landed hard on a wide wedge of rock,

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