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just a girl with a blog. fantasy writer, taken forever .cats & dogs, food & love.i hope i'll make you smile. I get personal but I ll always listen and advice. visit my ask box and make my day. I find all my pics online, i don't own or created any of them unless i declair so.
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Wondering if someone would read my book and say ’ wow that was good’

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Chapter 5 of Night Angel The Dead Island is now on Webnovel. Read about the Slayers’ first mission.

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The first four chapters of Night Angel The Dead Island are now on Webnovel. Enjoy .

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Tristachersee, Austria by Giorgio

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Walk the field to the hollow and follow it down.

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I thought writing book 2 would be easier than book 1.

I was wrong.

Someone’s opinion of you does not have to become your reality.

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Chapter ten


“She became terrifying to me, not because

I feared who she was, but for the sake of love,

I feared what she could do to me,”

By: Christopher Poindexter.

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*The Trace

Xana’s heart was pounding fiercely inside her chest, smashing violently against her ribs. Her mind racing, jumping to the worst conclusions she could think of. Her hands gripping the steering wheel in an iron grip, turning her…


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