Chronicles Of A Soulless Stranger: To Hate is Easy

Chronicles Of A Soulless Stranger: To Hate is Easy

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Book One in the CoaSS series! ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ 'I've been alive since 1542,' she stated profoundly , as if this was nothing more than an unnecessary fact. His face contorted into a cocktail of confusion, fear and excitement; 'Impossible,' he muttered dumbfounded. 'Quite possibly actually, your impertinence wounds me,' her sarcastic drawl sent shivers down his spine. ~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~•~ You aren't supposed to celebrate your 475th birthday, not really, yet there Thana finds herself on a dreary Tuesday morning, blowing out the decimated reused candles from last years cake on the sandwich she has dubbed her 'birthday cake'. When you're 475, birthdays really do lose their charm. She sat there serene, until a rash knock on the door led the the strangest events in her life; second only to the day she sold her soul.
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