City of the Dead

City of the Dead

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"You must die to enter." The hooded gatekeeper tells me as he hands me a silver cup. "Drink from the chalice and you will enter the city of the dead." Freya lives in the calm peaceful village of Aston, but longs for something more, for an adventure. Her life is very uneventful until her parents are kidnapped by thugs and taken to Mortus, the city of the dead, a place far in the mountains that is so silent and dark that they say only the dead roam there. All who have traveled there have never returned except an old man who spins tales of danger and dark magic. Despite the danger Freya travels up the mountain, determined to save her parents at all costs. As she makes her journey to the city of the dead, Freya wonders if there is any chance that she and her family will make it out alive.
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It may be a small town. But it has its many secrets. ----------------------------- "Sweetie, I just want to help you." "And how are you going to do that? Lock me up in an asylum where there are psychos who could hurt me? Put me to death? The possibilities are endless when it comes to getting rid of me, huh?" "I would do no such things." "Now who is the liar? And for the record, I have delicious snacks tugged away in my bag if I get hungry. I do not need your poisonous food. Also, do not call me your sweetie or sweetheart. Margie is your child now." "Margaret, you are sick. You need help." "The only help that I need..." She took a bow and arrow out of her bag, letting go of her bag in the process, and set the arrow on the bow. "...you all need help." Without any warnings, she grabbed ahold of me, forcing me to my feet, and held me close to her, pointing the sharp end of the arrow at my neck. "And the only way that you guys will receive help is if I kill my replacement." ----------------------------- If you like adventure, mystery, humor, or cliffhangers, then this is the book for you! Cover: Recolor Copyright by Ash J. All Rights Reserved

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