In a nation built upon lies, the truth is a dangerous secret.
Born into Capernica's lowest social tier and not permitted to leave Settlement 56, Jaclyn (Jack) Holloway refuses to pour out her years in the local fish cannery. She gambles on the one...
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As slavery pushes the nation toward war, Emily must battle her father in her own bid for freedom. She's prepared to pay any price to escape the plantation and attend a northern university newly opened to women. Meanwhile Thaddeus Black, her handsome and unwanted suitor, simply won't take no for an answer. While her mind is willing to strike out alone, her heart stubbornly refuses to accept that a choice for independence must be a choice against love.
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Three young girls. Three stories of tragedy and triumph. Connected by the same Civil War.
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Orphaned at a young age, Song has grown up scoffing at his grandfather's legends. When an heirloom links him to an ancient prophecy, he learns his destiny lies within the old tales he has scorned. He must follow the path that killed his father.
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I was chosen from among all others to complete a task I did not want. I was told I'd have help. I was told I'd be in capable hands. Then I met my guardian angel. I am so doomed.
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If you owned a pen that wrote the future, would you use it? What if the consequences spread like ripples in a pond? What if they raged out of control? What if the pen demanded tribute...in blood?
