Think of Me (Book One in the Phantom Who Saga)
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Ongoing, First published May 01, 2018
After Christine Daae meets her end on the pier of Coney Island, she wakes in London 2005 in a flat, living with the mother who died bringing her into the world and with the Girys. She also learns that she works with Meg as a shopgirl.

Christine almost meets the end to her second life until a man claiming to be her lost Angel of Music grabs her hand and whispers, "Run."

Once this Phantom is able to gain her trust, he offers Christine the chance of a lifetime: to travel through space and time with him.

But Christine is trying to solve the mystery of how she came here, while someone or something is claiming her to be the Angel of the Stars.
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