This is not a drill! The fourth Revenant book is happening, people! 

I know it's been 9 million years since I wrote the last one, but I promise, this shit is going down! I'm sorry that it's been such a long wait. I know how frustrating it is to wait FOR-EV-ER for the next book in a series.

The only explanation I can offer is that I just wasn't feeling it. I love this series so much, I couldn't bear to give you guys anything less than 110%, and for the past couple of years, I just haven't had that to give. 

Now, though, I'm super excited to get back to this series, and I can't wait to share Cade and Mackenna's story with you! 

So, without further ado....

It's time for another edition of Oh, My Google! 

If your'e not familiar, here's the gist: 

I take an excerpt form my current Work in Progress and run it through several different languages in Google Translate, then finally back to English. The results always leave me giggling. 

Today's Oh, My Google is brought to you by Wild Hunt (The Revenant, Book 4), coming Spring 2020!!

Winds throw trees, shrubs and leaves to the forest floor.

In addition, the red light in the clouds looks up at the sky with the reflected sunlight.
The cry was from afar.

Sitting under a large tree, Mackenna closed her eyes, brushing her teeth and squeezing her neck around her neck. Illness does not have to be afraid of her. She was seriously injured.

Currently, they have gums on some legs, paralysis of the knees, and a small brain in the back. The amount of blood lost - and the fact that they did not sleep or eat for three days - was reduced. Today, it can still be small pie slices.

To confirm her deep breath, she slowly released it, and as she was rubbing the flesh she pulled a stone over her skin. The fun is just for a moment. Now the fun part is fun. Press the other finger into the open wound, press your mouth to click.

Suddenly, lightning erupted, causing the nerve to fill her body. It feels awful. She lowered her head. There were tears in her eyes. Fresh blood is delivered from the neck to the chest and mixed with a red metal heater. The temple is in line with all the races and muscles in the body, but they never give up.

She never tried to be six years old.

Ultimately, if she is afraid to subdue herself, she will find it difficult and straightforward. As she dipped her finger in a tracking chip that looked like a small cupboard made of stained glass, she was short.

Guess how much it weighs. The tracker itself is no small feat, but when it touches the palm, it swears that the world is amazing. Unfortunately, there is no time to celebrate. Removing the bell does not matter if you eat.

She died before she got the money.

"Get up," she said in a loud voice. "Wake up, Mom."

Using a wooden truck for help, she was able to lift her legs, but it wasn't difficult. It felt like we were waiting patiently and our eyes were shorter, faster and shorter. Her legs shook and her knees bend twice, but as she walked she walked, putting her feet in front.

Near the freeway - one and a half miles maybe less. She couldn't see, but she could smell. Double growth and itching of the rubber. At first it fails, but you get stronger every time you graduate.

No, this is not an accident. This is a real machine. The engine sounds louder than the air, but it is faster.

Her heart ached in her throat and the smoke cleared the heavy air from her lips, but she kept going. Cold air scratches the outer skin and drops the needle, but it does not shrink.

When it reached the edge of the forest, the light of the battle shone eastward. Fast cars go up the hill and become scouts. Available means of light scanning that she does not want her or anyone else, but it is still a trap.