Run to the ROar.
Riding Lions by
L. Seth Burchill
Take the ride of a lifetime. Go on a journey through wind, wilderness, and the untamed soul. Available on Amazon, Barnes and Noble and other online retailers 8/25.
What People are Saying
“A transcendent debut. Seth’s lyrical writing and imagery are unmatched.”
— Channing Lee, best-selling author
“Riveting. This book was impossible to put down, and impossible to forget.”
— Brandi Ortiz, award-winning writer
About Seth
My great-grandfather was rumored to have ridden with Jesse James. In another time I may have saddled up as well, I don’t know. I know I feel his spirit. My grandmother once said I reminded her of her father.
Guess you could say I am a student of human nature and a collector of experiences. My writings are born from the seat of a Harley-Davidson, the saddle on a horse, walking the prairies and hunting the badlands of my North Dakota home, the tundras of Alaska, crossing forty-eight states and five continents, and thirty-four countries.
Guess, like the rest of us, I am a nobody, a traveller, trying to find myself in this crazy world and life.
One turn at a time.
I write when inspired by something or someone encountered. Could be a thought or an idea, could be a person or a place. Could be a shadow on the highway.
Join me as we make a trail without a compass, and no destination but thought, saddling lions.
Excerpt from Riding Lions
Where the Coyotes Cry
The terrain is rugged, as are the people who inhabit it.
It’s not for the meek or the frail, it’s reserved for the bad.
Generations of bones are buried here, never to be found, just to become another piece of this land.
The valleys are deep and wide, here … where the coyotes cry.
The Indians claimed it and named it the land of many fires.
Buffalo covered it, elk, deer, too. The peaks reflect the sun’s rays in the evening, and the moon’s light at dark.
Here, the land doesn’t sleep, it’s alive, it remains awake. It watches.
