Into the Night {In Edits}

Into the Night {In Edits}

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MatureOngoing8h 8m

Last published Fri, Jul 19, 2013

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You don't need to tell Kyra Michaels that she's not normal. Really. It's been pretty obvious to her since...oh, her BIRTH. She may not claim to be an "other," but with her second sight into the Fae world, she was well aware that she wasn't your typical human either. Born with a powerful magic flowing in her veins and shadow guardians that have been protecting her before she knew how, all Kyra was sure about was that she had to have a greater purpose in this world. What was that purpose? Hell if she knew... For the most part, it would seem like trouble was her purpose, of the self-inflicted kind. Werewolves, trolls, elves, and now harpies. Kyra has managed to find her way onto her share of hit-lists. She hadn't meant to upset the harpies. Honestly, what they considered a threat was merely an act of good intentions on her part. Her only choice was to prove herself to the harpies, or else be gutted and left to rot on the streets. But when a mysterious half-blooded Fae turns up in her life, a Fairie fugitive wanting nothing more than to be allowed to live, suddenly being julienned by a Harpy doesn't sound so bad.

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