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||BOOK THREE in the Infernal Chronicles Series||
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Once upon a time, on an island far, far away, Angie Frost and her companions are on a dangerous journey to rescue one of their own from the clutches of a new vil...
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"It's Okay To Bleed
On Someone Who Didn't Cut You
Don't Wait Until You're Scarred Over To Ask For Help
Healing Starts When The Wound Is Still New."
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Everyone gathered around Emma as she started to draw a map in the ground with a rather large stick. "This is where they're keeping Henry. Pan's compound. According to, uh..."
"Tinker Bell," Tinker Bell reminded her.
"Yes, I know," Emma responded. "Still weird to say."
"'Tink' is fine." "Not sure that's any better," Emma muttered. "Anyway, she says that there are sentries positioned across the front," she stated, tapping her stick on the ground. "Which is why we are gonna come in through the back entrance here. She's gonna talk her way in. Once she makes sure the coast is clear, then we are going to sneak on in."
"You'll still have to deal with any Lost Boys once you're inside," Tink added.
Regina scoffed. "I think we can handle a few children with pointy sticks."
"And rocks," Angie added bitterly. Everyone shot her sympathetic looks. Luckily, Angie's wound had completely healed by this point. But it still annoyed her that a Lost Boy had taken her out in two seconds.
"It's not the sticks you need to worry about," Tink reminded the group. "It's the poison they're dipped in."
"Dreamshade," Angie said with a nod. "Hook warned us."
