Rust on the Horizon

Rust on the Horizon

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Romance
I got the idea for this book from a dream. I imagined the landscape as a real life form of Borderlands meets Mad Max. I wanted an apocalyptic form of the world. The story is set in Terania and follows the story of Vivianna Cantu. Vivianna wakes up one day in a room above the tavern she used to drink at with her friends. She looks in the mirror and sees a complely different person than she remembers. It's been five years since she left home after the death of her father, but she doesn't remember. She left the rebellion and joined the force, but her memory is gone. She doesn't know what's happened until a few hours after she wakes up, someone calls that has answers. Wil Vivianna regain her memory? Will she go back to the life she once had or will she go back to the stranger who knows of what happened? Where does she go from here? Find out in Rust on the Horizon.
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"It took me five seconds to fall. The impact on my chest jarring my body but not my mind. I suppose this is the point where your life is supposed to flash before your eyes as time itself freezes - and it did in a way. But I didn't relive my life physically like walking through an old memory, déjà vu in each step. It was a feeling, something that started in my chest and spread to my fingertips, one so unique to me that it encapsulated each significant event into one single second." For as long as May can remember one mystery has haunted her world. A dirty window before her, the grim obstructing her vision, she has lived with a loss she can't identify - that is until one rainy night. Gradually the spots of dirt May scratched at for so long wipe away with the touch of a finger. But when she looks in will she like what she sees - or will curiosity kill the cat?

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