The Mountain's Mistress
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Last published Tue, Aug 28, 2018
Isadora is an unfortunate girl who's only fate is to marry a mighty warrior of her village. While Oren is a boy who most prove to the ruler of his villlage he is worthy to marry his daughter Venus .
But when people are suddenly starting to get slaughtered and go missing throughout all of the Dorin Mountains, the two childhood friends find themselves drowning in a world of deceit, betrayal, and lies.
Through heartaches, and tragic deaths the two teenagers venture throughout the dangers of the mountain, trying to find the secrets of the ones who hold the power have locked away.
But they may find it is better to not find out the truth at all.
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