Price of Avalon

Price of Avalon

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In 2218 things have changed. There are less rules, but more ruthless Presidents, the world's leader. The world has been taken over by Russia. Crimes have risen, executions have been more common— especially public ones— and sexism is worse than ever. Woman are beat, thrown onto the streets, and sometimes even killed for mistakes they've made. Meet Avalon. She is a sarcastic teen who has always been running for her life. Always been chased for the bounty she has on her head. For being the missing President's daughter it's expected. She ran away when she was 9 to get away from her horrible excuse of a father. She is starting trouble, trying to keep her new friend safe and helping women. Avalon isn't the type to be making friends. She is closed off, afraid of anyone who comes near her. When Deven, a government agent, talks to her while attacking she becomes intrigued. Soon the price of Avalon raises to dead or alive she fights for every step she takes.
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