SOMALINZE: THE GREAT RIVERS
- LECTURES 374
- Votes 51
- Chapitres 12
En cours d'écriture1h 9m
Dernière publication jeu., juil. 16, 2020
Hundreds of years of war and betrayal. For tribe, for culture, for freedom. And... And it's the apocalypse. A result of Eight hundred years of blind faith and servitude.
The bounds of the rivers are broken... The fury of the Niger is unmatched.
Somma, a young girl of sixteen. One of few, the last of a line of powerful tribal warriors. The only ones with the power to stop the apocalypse. She must leave all she's known. Her home, her parents. To save the children of Nri. People she's never known, But still call her family. Will she accept this task? Will she leave behind everything for it?
Fantasy, adventure, romance, war, betrayal all in one.
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