<?xml version='1.0' encoding='UTF-8'?><rss xmlns:atom='http://www.w3.org/2005/Atom' xmlns:openSearch='http://a9.com/-/spec/opensearchrss/1.0/' xmlns:georss='http://www.georss.org/georss' xmlns:gd='http://schemas.google.com/g/2005' xmlns:thr='http://purl.org/syndication/thread/1.0' version='2.0'><channel><atom:id>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439</atom:id><lastBuildDate>Thu, 31 May 2012 01:41:33 +0000</lastBuildDate><category>edited</category><category>New version</category><title>Unicorn Bait</title><description>She wants to go home,&lt;br&gt; 
and all she needs is a unicorn.
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An online novel.</description><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/</link><managingEditor>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</managingEditor><generator>Blogger</generator><openSearch:totalResults>77</openSearch:totalResults><openSearch:startIndex>1</openSearch:startIndex><openSearch:itemsPerPage>25</openSearch:itemsPerPage><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-3263525930166136990</guid><pubDate>Sat, 16 Feb 2013 01:01:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-02-24T23:54:49.949-05:00</atom:updated><title>~Welcome~</title><atom:summary type='text'>Unicorn Bait is the story of an Earth woman's adventures on another planet. She seeks a unicorn to transport her home. It won't be easy, especially since she's forced to marry this guy, and he's kind of scary.Comments are welcome. An account is not required. I try to respond to comments in a timely fashion. Thanks for stopping by!You can purchase the story from several different vendors. First </atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2008/03/welcome-unicorn-bait-is-story-of-one.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>39</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-3655475357176007901</guid><pubDate>Sat, 25 Jun 2011 02:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2012-01-14T23:44:15.892-05:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 1</title><atom:summary type='text'>“I always thought unicorns were magical and special. They were like horse angels. When I was a little girl, I wanted them to be real.”  –Naomi TaylorNaomi smiled down at the long glass case a little misty-eyed. She stroked the top and wished her grandfather had gotten the chance to give it to her as he’d intended, instead of her finding it while helping to clean out his place. Where he could’ve </atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/03/chapter-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>15</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-8800110025335436954</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Apr 2011 14:52:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-06T11:13:18.908-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 20</title><atom:summary type='text'>“Unicorns did not save my life. They gave me one.” –Lord TavikNaomi knew no fear as she stood outside the main gate to Tavik’s castle because this time she had her own guard to protect her, for who would be foolish enough to attack a blessing of unicorns? The guards were slack jawed as she waltzed past them. Mrs. Boon met her at the foot of the stairs leading to the private chambers. She didn’t </atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/04/chapter-20.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>21</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-1879751648301515143</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Apr 2011 14:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-06T10:57:08.757-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 19</title><atom:summary type='text'>"What use is wizardry if it cannot save a Unicorn?"--The Last Unicorn“Naked! You want me to face an evil god NAKED!” “It’s the best way to use the vanishing oil, and you’ll have the shield. We’ll coat that with the oil as well,” Agatha said in a far too reasonable tone.“But I’ll be naked!” “Modesty isn’t really an issue when you’re invisible.”Naomi shook her head. She’d always thought it was </atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/04/chapter-19.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-5753340822539364806</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Apr 2011 14:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-06T10:52:04.459-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 18</title><atom:summary type='text'>Unicorns are peaceful creatures…until crossed. Then they fight dirty.She looked around, and felt relief cascade over her. It’d worked. She’d teleported into Tavik’s room, not into some fiery hell, not halfway into a wall, or worse into Mrs. Boon’s chamber, and best luck of all, there weren't any healers or guards there to raise an alarm. Her head swiveled to the bed. There was someone in it. She </atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/04/chapter-18.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-1714804831272995531</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Apr 2011 14:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-06T10:48:04.454-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 17</title><atom:summary type='text'>Unicorns make lousy travel agents.“We need to get out of here before we can't,” wheezed Mr. Squibbles. He was right. She already felt dizzy from the thin air. She jabbed her finger, and blood spilled onto the horn. The purple desert went dark, and when there was light again, her eyes were assaulted by so many shades of green that she looked down to make sure that she wasn’t green too, but there </atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/04/chapter-17.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-3780628835157591336</guid><pubDate>Wed, 06 Apr 2011 14:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-06T10:43:04.497-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 16</title><atom:summary type='text'>Unicorns are not indigenous anywhere.“What do you mean you’re moving away and can’t say where? How will we reach you?”Naomi winced and hunched her shoulders. “It’s not like you could call me anyway. There aren’t any phones.”“What?!”She winced again. “It’s a real rustic place. The phone companies haven’t gotten there yet.” The idea of the Verizon guy walking by Agatha’s cabin asking ‘Can you hear </atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/04/chapter-16.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-7670134026582551558</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2011 13:40:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-04-06T10:40:03.886-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 15</title><atom:summary type='text'>Unicorns never say goodbye, but then again, they never say hello.Agatha pressed yet another cup of tea into Naomi’s hands. She pushed it back. “No, no more. My eyeballs are swimming in this stuff,” she croaked. Her throat was still sore, but she didn’t like tea. She’d already drunk three cups, and she did feel better, but no more. Her gag reflex wanted to kick in, and her throat definitely couldn</atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/03/chapter-15.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-4816289637299842094</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2011 13:37:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-30T09:44:58.591-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 14</title><atom:summary type='text'>Unicorns don’t like the color orange.“Are you mad? He will never help you!” Agatha declared.She stared into his eyes a few moments longer and then calmly turned away. She didn’t know what had possessed her to say he could decide whether to help her go home, but she would stand by her decision. She would not force him to do this for her. Yula cleared the breakfast dishes. Mr. Squibbles jumped into</atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/03/chapter-14.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-6721601686059182128</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2011 13:31:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-30T09:43:20.259-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 13</title><atom:summary type='text'>A baby unicorn is called a foal just like a baby horse, and their mothers love them just the same.From roughly fifteen feet away, the unicorn stared at them. He held his head high, his coat glowed in the deepening dusk, and from the center of his forehead, his horn shone. There was no mistaking him for anything else.  “I just looked, and he was there,” Yula said. The unicorn seemed curious about </atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/03/chapter-13.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-6727737113974813440</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2011 13:28:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-30T09:36:04.898-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 12</title><atom:summary type='text'>“A truly wise man never plays leapfrog with a unicorn.”--Tibetan proverbThings were quiet now. She stood at one of the windows looking out at the passing scenery. She wasn’t sure why, but a sense of unease had settled upon her. Everything was going according to plan, what there was of a plan. No one could possibly be following them. Tavik was still tied up. Why she felt something wasn’t right </atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/03/chapter-12.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-8254431249077353123</guid><pubDate>Wed, 30 Mar 2011 13:23:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-30T09:31:52.102-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 11</title><atom:summary type='text'>A unicorn weighs more dead than alive.“What just happened?” Tavik lay sprawled on the floor unconscious. She wheeled around looking for Agatha. The black cat crept out from under the bed“I didn’t do it.”“I did,” a small, squeaky voice said.“Mr. Squibbles!” “That’s me.” The familiar poked out from a rumpled napkin on the table. Her eyes darted to the corpse on the floor.“Then who--““A stupid field</atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/03/chapter-11.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-8704001139883795308</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2011 14:47:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-30T09:28:09.434-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 10</title><atom:summary type='text'>Taking a unicorn’s horn won’t kill it, but he’ll die before letting you have it.Yula pulled the brush through her hair and quietly said two hundred. Naomi thought fifty strokes had been more than enough, but Yula had paid no attention to her opinion. She was more excited about the private dinner than her. Naomi tried to dampen her zeal, but Yula was having none of it. She kept muttering things </atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/03/chapter-10.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-917860982088232215</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2011 14:33:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-25T14:21:14.803-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 9</title><atom:summary type='text'>“Unicorns find humans irritating. The whole have to be a virgin thing is just an excuse to not have to talk to most of you.” --Mr. SquibblesNaomi stared at the witch a moment and then began to giggle. “That’s ridiculous. Tavik isn’t a virgin. How could he be?” Agatha’s eyebrows rose. “Slept with him have you?” She hunched her shoulders. “No, we made a deal, but surely--““Squibbles’ nose is rarely</atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/03/chapter-9.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-2356659691957076364</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2011 14:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-25T10:36:56.782-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 8</title><atom:summary type='text'>Frogs hate unicorns.Mr. Squibbles flattened his ears and burrowed into her pocket. Naomi quickly looked over at Yula and saw that she looked alarmed. She waved and moved out of eyesight. She hunched over her pocket and hissed, “Are you insane? Tavik will kill anyone who tries to sneak in.”“That will be problematic, but a nighttime departure is still your best option. If you try to leave during </atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/03/chapter-8.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-3378860638694790729</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2011 14:19:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-25T10:32:29.097-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 7</title><atom:summary type='text'>For fun, unicorns chase frogs.Naomi fidgeted in the chair as Yula arranged her hair. She’d pulled it up and fastened it with small bejeweled combs and hair pins. Naomi knew the hairdo was going to give her a headache after a couple of hours, but Yula was so determined to make her look like a fairytale princess that she kept her reservations to herself. She had the feeling that Yula was using her </atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/03/chapter-7.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-5178690275380701106</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2011 14:14:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-25T10:20:46.963-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 6</title><atom:summary type='text'>Unicorns speak from the heart, not from the throat.Naomi looked around the room then down at the cup. Then back around the room. Then again at the cup. No. Way. “Hello?”“Hello! Is this how you greet all new acquaintances? Trap them, maim them, and then chit chat!”She looked around the room again to see if there was any explanation other than the ridiculous one before her. She was definitely alone</atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/03/chapter-6.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>0</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-6513939892555097424</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2011 14:09:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-25T10:17:15.839-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 5</title><atom:summary type='text'>A group of unicorns is called a blessing.Naomi watched helplessly as she continued to pull ahead of the other horse carrying Yula and Dennis. She couldn’t turn the draft horse back, stop it, or even slow it down. All she could hope to do was not get knocked off by low tree branch. An Umbrek caught up with Yula and Dennis and reached out to swipe at their horse. They dodged the swipe but just </atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/03/chapter-5.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-2597421572398721283</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2011 14:05:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-25T10:11:51.394-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 4</title><atom:summary type='text'>Unicorns are fierce creatures and have been known to kill dragons.Naomi sat hunched over beside Yula in a covered wagon. They’d been packed in like any other supply. There’d been no carriages left at the castle, though she wasn’t sure if a carriage would’ve been any better. She was sitting on two pillows, but she already had butt bruises, and they were still in their first hour of travel. She was</atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/03/chapter-4.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-2737119888160069590</guid><pubDate>Fri, 25 Mar 2011 02:48:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-25T10:08:05.913-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 3</title><atom:summary type='text'>Unicorns mate for life.Naomi resurfaced unwillingly. She was lying on a bed on her stomach. She didn’t know how long she’d been out, but it didn’t feel like long enough. Her arm ached. The brand shot pain out in a steady throb. From her right, she heard Tavik say, “Why hasn’t she awakened yet?”Yula’s voice came from her other side. “She’ll be fine. She’s just had a few too many shocks is all. She</atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/03/chapter-3.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>2</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-6539594806258691162</guid><pubDate>Thu, 24 Mar 2011 02:43:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-24T22:52:19.856-04:00</atom:updated><category domain='http://www.blogger.com/atom/ns#'>New version</category><title>Chapter 2</title><atom:summary type='text'>The horn of the unicorn is called an alicorn.The masked man stepped down from the dais. She strained back in a feeble attempt to get away from him, but the soldiers held her firmly in place and would not give her even a quarter of an inch. The masked man came to stand in front of her. He was not tall. Had to be about five foot seven. Instead of looking up to quiver in fear, she looked into the </atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2011/03/chapter-2.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>3</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-5726265409337914057</guid><pubDate>Sat, 14 Feb 2009 05:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2011-03-24T22:54:25.361-04:00</atom:updated><title>Chapter 1</title><atom:summary type='text'>“I always thought unicorns were magical and special. They were like horse angels. When I was a little girl, I wanted them to be real.” –Naomi TaylorNaomi smiled down at the long glass case a little misty-eyed. She stroked the top and wished her grandfather had gotten the chance to give it to her as he’d intended, instead of her finding it while helping to clean out his place. Where he could’ve </atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2007/12/chapter-1.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><thr:total>13</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-1830921733530658991</guid><pubDate>Thu, 14 Aug 2008 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2010-07-10T23:29:37.425-04:00</atom:updated><title>Chapter 55</title><atom:summary type='text'>Naomi wanted to be sick, and puking directly onto the shriveled corpse hanging off her arm might actually improve its looks. She didn’t know if this body were once Errilol’s, suggesting he was once mortal or if the corpse were of a favored follower, and at the moment, she didn’t much care. She wanted to be free of the abomination and to kill the entity that animated it. She continued to pull away</atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2008/08/chapter-55.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8u7bM_Xtz_4/R23eIeEQRHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3hFa7aiy4xA/s72-c/tinyunicorn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>52</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-6447079611460045969</guid><pubDate>Thu, 07 Aug 2008 04:00:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-11-21T14:53:37.070-05:00</atom:updated><title>Chapter 54</title><atom:summary type='text'>“Naked! You want me to face an evil god NAKED!” “It’s the best way to use the vanishing oil, and you’ll have the shield. We’ll coat that with the oil as well,” Agatha said in a far too reasonable tone.“But I’ll be naked!” “Modesty isn’t really an issue when you’re invisible.”Naomi shook her head. She’d always thought horny, old, puritanical men made up all that sky-clad stuff about witches, but </atom:summary><link>http://unicornbait.sahunter.net/2008/08/chapter-54.html</link><author>noreply@blogger.com (S.A. Hunter)</author><media:thumbnail xmlns:media='http://search.yahoo.com/mrss/' url='http://bp0.blogger.com/_8u7bM_Xtz_4/R23eIeEQRHI/AAAAAAAAAHo/3hFa7aiy4xA/s72-c/tinyunicorn.bmp' height='72' width='72'/><thr:total>12</thr:total></item><item><guid isPermaLink='false'>tag:blogger.com,1999:blog-4827653367507383439.post-9092207916159079437</guid><pubDate>Thu, 31 Jul 2008 04:22:00 +0000</pubDate><atom:updated>2008-08-07T08:02:12.767-04:00</atom:updated><title>Chapter 53</title><atom:summary type='text'>It was Errilol. The god had come to stop her. Naomi freed herself from the guards. They didn’t pay her any attention. They were staring at the fireplace in terror. An angry, insane god was in the room with them. They should be afraid. She was afraid too, but she was also furious. 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