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.

"Please," Jael prayed as she got up to her feet. "I can say everything, but I need to keep quiet."

Be patient? When he was laying, went out, everything-he'd be all right. Then, he would raise up like a loose beast, and she wanted him to set down. This was an impossible task, especially when he was in a bad mood to look at his own body and be aware that he was looking at himself.

"Why is hell so naked?" He screamed as he took off the sackcloth and wrapped it around his waist. That didn't make him feel good, but maybe it let him be no longer respected. "Where are my clothes? Why do I look like this? Does hell happen right now?"

"One question at a time," Jael replied with a miracle. "Please, neelum, sit down before you hurt yourself."

"I don't. I am good." He sure if hell wasn't good, but what else could he say? "What did you do for me?"

"I?" She shook back and just put her hands on her side. "I haven't done this."

He complained, “He did,” fearing that his words would be more difficult than he wanted. "Tell me." No one walked all the foot and found thirty pounds in a few hours without them. "Tell me what you did to me."

"Luke, faith." Cami put the room in the picture but stopped several times as I watched. "You stay a full donkey."

He was wearing a blanket on his waist, and Luke met him with his neighbor's eggs. "So is my problem?" Without describing what comes from women, he was tired and patient. Somebody start talking."

"You will take care of how to walk with my sister." A man with red hair and violent words appeared outside a fireplace, seemingly empty, his hand sitting on his seat.
Luke unknowingly recognized him from the past on the balcony. If he was given a name, he could not remember, and he is not now careful.

"Speak to him again and again," he continues, "and I will circumcise your tongue from your mouth."

On one hand, if someone tried to talk to Cami as he just raised his voice to Jael, Luke would give them their ass. On the other hand, leave the boy. "You can try."

“Who! Put it, all of you." Directing them to place themselves among them, Cami throwed her hands off and jumped her foot. "Enough. Everyone, just take a stick."

"I want to beat"

"Luke!" she screamed. "Not help." Deeply caught, she took the breath from the heartbeat, then she released them slowly as she pulled out her hands. "Behold, I am delaying, and everyone is on the edge. So why can we rest, and we can repeat this conversation in the morning and a little louder?"

"I just started to wake up." Although Luke was listening, he was still a boy, but he did not change his words. He didn't want to sleep. They wanted answers.

Cami shot him in the skin. "Then, you can be here by yourself thinking about how you did."

"I didn't -"

"Humbly."
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Luke shook and looked down on his chest. "Can I have clothes?"

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