I am GoD Indigenous (Creation, #3)

He wasn't there to save her. He wasn't going to risk his life for someone he would normally kill if he had met her anywhere else.
Suddenly, the drumming and the chanting turned into a wild, loud frenzy. The shaman had taken from his right upper arm, a long, human-bone dagger. Spellbound, George followed his every move, as with stomach turning horror, he cut deep into her thigh, slicing a large piece of her leg away, which eh then proceeded to eat. Blood running down his chin and chest.
George thought he was going to throw up. The totem pole was not the door, but he no longer cared. Trap or no trap, this had to stop. Screaming like a madman, he burst out into the open, running as fast as he could. Two arrows at the ready - one for the avatar, and the other for the shaman.
He would shoot that B** first.

I suppose you want to know something about me, but there isn't really much to tell - I've lived a full life, with all kinds of people from all social levels and enjoyed them all. Never a dull moment. Does this inspire my writing? I guess it must, as my life has made me who I am - and although life has been cruel and unkind at times, I still try not to be.
The first books I wrote were designed to show the nicer side of life - now, well, I write both sides and although at times I do not actually enjoy writing about certain characters - they also have a right to be presented in the best possible light, even dark light.
The best way to actually get to know me, is to ask me something. I'm easy to find, and will answer any of your questions - if they are decent, naturally. But enough of that. I look forward to hearing from you soon.