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An orphan driven by curiosity to discover her purpose but with so many limitations induced by mindset, she finds life rather turbulent than adventurous. Diane Baxter has one thing in mind, discovering her identity..she knows she different..she prefers the word ' unique 'but with all that troubles her she's determined to find her roots. Does she make It? is her life less turbulent than she thinks? Or is she in for the surprise of her life?
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Anna Holland is a college freshman with strange empathic psychic powers that she has managed to keep hidden. She senses auras, feels what others feel as though she feels them herself, and has powerful intuitions that she is inclined to follow. Unfortunately, one of these strong urges leads her to being sucked into another universe where she is at the mercy of a dangerous warlord who calls her a mage and claims to have been waiting for her. 🏅1st Place- Fantasy-🌸 The 2023 Flower Awards🌸 🏅1st Place- Fantasy-⚔️The Katana Awards⚔️ 🥈2nd Place- Fantasy- Serenity Book Awards 🥈2nd Place- Best Protagonist- Fluorescence Awards 🥉3rd Place- Fantasy- The Prime Awards 2023 ______________________________________________________ Excerpt: Anna felt the stabbing pain from her back to her chest. She felt his surprise. She felt his light extinguish as he died. Then there was nothing. Nothing. Her head was swimming like it was underwater. She couldn't move. She couldn't move. Her vision blurred, a man was speaking but she couldn't hear his words. She felt the sword in her chest, but it wasn't there. He killed him. He killed him. Breathe. Did she stop? Breathe. The man, she could hear him speaking. What was he saying? Breathe. She inhaled a deep breath. And another. Then another. Things started to clear. "Breathe. That's right," the warrior coaxed. She started to take another settling breath, and his face came more into focus. The first thing she noticed was his piercing green eyes. She had never seen eyes quite like that before. She stared into them, mesmerized. He mimicked a breath and she took it with him. She was coming back. "I will not hurt you," the man kneeling before her promised. Anna knew better than to believe him. What was it he had said? Oh. "You...you said...you said 'no witnesses'." She was shaking violently. She took another deep breath. "Ah, " he uttered in acknowledgment. "You are not a witness, you are the treasure

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