title: Shenandoah Whispers and Echoes
author: Tom Orrell
description: Tom Orrell was born and raised in Virginia and currently lives in Maryland. After graduating from the Virginia Military Institute with academic and military distinction, a bachelors degree in history, and a regular army commission, he then served as an officer in the U.S. Army for several years. Most of that time he was stationed out west in Colorado. He loves to travel and has done so extensively throughout the United States. Tom has been a manager with Verizon for over two decades in the mid-Atlantic region. He is a life long student of history and literature. He has researched his family history back to colonial times in Virginia. He is also a descendant of no less than five Confederate veterans and farmers in the Old Dominion state. Tom is married with two daughters and often reads and writes for fun in his free time. Tom has written two books, Shenandoah Whispers And Echoes, which was followed by, A Life Most Richly Deserved. A third book is currently under development.
zlib_text: _All that Remains_
  
  By Natalie Kent
  
   **Chapter One**
  
   _The Mountains of North Carolina, September 27, 1747_
  
  The noise startled Quinn, making the small hairs rise on the back of his neck.
  He stalked silently through the forest, his experienced feet avoiding the dry
  brush and sticks of autumn to completely veil his presence.
  
  Quinn heard the sound again and froze. His hand moved reflexively to the
  dagger that he kept in his belt. His breathing was hushed, and his ears echoed
  with the sound of his own heartbeat thundering in his chest. Quinn stood
  apprehensively, listening and waiting for the sound again.
  
  He waited in silence; his muscles frozen in absolute stillness.
  
  A muffled scream echoed through the trees followed by an anguished moan.
  
  Then silence.
  
  Quinn’s ears piqued. The sound of heavy, labored breathing echoed through the
  trees. Silently, he reached behind his back, his fingers stealthily finding
  their intended target. Quinn pulled an arrow from his quiver and fit it deftly