Time Watchers

Time Watchers

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Jan 19, 2019
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Fantasy
A mark that controls the way you live, the way you are, and the person you become. Born with a mark that symbolizes a clock, Crescent Tenbrook is faced with tough decisions and an unspoken world that know one has ever known about. Life is hard considering the fact that everyone hates her because of her mark, the mark of a Time Watcher, the mark of someone who brought utter despair to their world before her, the mark of a curse. Seems horrible right? Throw in a web of lies, untold truths, a mysterious boy with a gang of helpers, and a whole new dimension and you get something totally different. Join Crescent as she unfolds the many secrets that surround her and bind her to the mark that she is forsaken with. And to cap it all off, she doesn't have much time left either. Her clock is ticking.
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