The Iron Witch

The Iron Witch

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When she was seven, a horrific fey attack killed Donna Underwoods father and drove her mother mad.Her own fatal injures were fixed by alchemy-- the iron tattoos branding her arms and hands. Now seventeen,Donna feels like a freak, doomed by the magical heritage that destroyed her parents and any chance for her to have a normal life.Only her relationship with her bestfriend, Navin,is keeping her sane. But when vicious wood elves abduct Navin,Donna is forced to accept her role of centuries-old war between human alchemists and these darkest outcasts of Faerie. Assisted by Xan,a goegous guy with farey blood running through his veins and secrets of his own,Donna races to save Navin,even if it means betraying everything her parents fought to the death to protect.
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Two hundred years ago Rhysand lost his mother and sister in a grueling murder. But what if that sister had survived? What if the head in that box was just a tree-stump, transformed to look exactly like her? What if she had instead been sold for her knowledge on the mysterious Night Court? And what if that sister would now, just a few years after the war, find her way back, but with agendas of her own? ****************************************************************************** "Alright, oh wise one, my need for wisdom has run out now, so you can be on your way now" I waved my hand. "That's cold" Rhys put a hand over his heart, " I thought we were having a big-bro-little-sis talk here." I rolled my eyes, but he slid an arm around my shoulder: "We both already know what you'll do anyway." "Oh, we do, is that right?" He nodded: "You always been so predictable, if you would write murder-mysteries everyone would know from the beginning who killed the victim." "That's weirdly specific, how long have you been sitting on that one?" I snorted. "Since you insulted my taste in art" he sniffed theatrically. I laughed: "You are one petty High Lord." "I don't even know what to say to that insolence" he shook his head.

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