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Ongoing, First published Jul 01, 2018
They looked and gasped.

"There's not a single burnt mark or scratch on you." Lithia pointed out.

Alyson looked blankly around before she yelled, "What the hell just happened!?"

"I...don't...know." I stuttered.

"I do." Answered a familiar feminine voice from behind. Our heads snapped around so fast, you would think our necks broke.

When we saw who it was our eyes went wide like we just saw the ghost of Christmas.

***

Gayle Blake wasn't too friendly with the fact that they had to move to a different home town. 

She was a normal seventeen year old girl in her last year of high school. 
She thought her only worries would be about parties, boys, settling in and making friends.

 Little did she know her life would change the moment she stepped off the plane.

Can she trust her new found friends enough to tell them her secret?

Does Gayle have what it takes to defeat the dark force rising before its too late?

Read "The Firestar" to find out!
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