Blood, Ashes, and Things Unseen

Blood, Ashes, and Things Unseen

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It's been years since Adaela followed her abducted sister to the cold, dark, crime-riddled city of Jokulsa. It's been years of working with gangs, training as an assassin, and stealing information for Vat'ik House in order to survive - and find information about her sister's whereabouts. Hope running thin and options dwindling, Adaela's struggles escalate as mysterious deaths seems to follow everywhere she goes. As events continue to unfold, Adaela is forced to dive into a deeper, darker mystery that only takes her farther from her sister and her friends - and involves powers beyond anything Jokulsa has seen before. **Please be respectful in the comments!
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