Fight With Fire

Fight With Fire

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Ella Sanders is the most popular girl at school which is a huge accomplishment when you are surrounded by people that can do anything from draining you of your energy to granting your greatest wish. Ella goes into her last year expecting to go through testing and on to placement following the rules and keeping control of the school. Something that she must do without a power of her own (or so she thinks). After Ella's given a new perspective, she scrambles to sort through her already complicated emotions about the boys that keep saving her and to untangle the lies that she lost herself in. Nothing is certain but Ella knows that she must do everything except what she's supposed to. *** "How do you get out so easily?" "I climb out the window." "Very funny but you are 60 stories in the air. You'd die if you fell from that height." "Good thing I haven't fallen yet." *** Completed✔️ #616 in Mystery/Thriller
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Snow

After an apocalyptic event that thrusts the world into a new ice age, Calestia - a 17-year-old girl with a strong will - must learn to survive on a land infested with gangs, guns, and distrust. ***** Nobody knows what day it is anymore. Nobody knows the month, the day of the week...and the only way to tell time is by the slight change in the color of the sky from grey to black every twenty-four hours. If a day even is twenty-four hours anymore. The planet is dead. The people are dead. Snow falls down upon piles of bodies like the ash of a volcanic eruption. Except, the snow doesn't stop. It never does. It continues to fall and fall until you wonder if it is even possible for another flake to come down and land silently in your hair. But it does. They do. There are few survivors of what the remaining have started to call the end of the world. The Apocalypse. Few who are still brave or scared of death enough to face the torture that is living. I am one of those survivors. Book One of the Snow Series Highest ranking: #3 in Sci-Fi Watty's Shortlisted

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