What if you kept someone else's secret for so long that it became your identity? A secret that could blow up your entire life, the lives of your family, and everyone connected to them if it is exposed...
Born as part of a set of identical triplets, Avery was weaker than her siblings and wasn't healthy. Her mother, Shannon Collins, struggled to raise five children when her husband left shortly after the birth, and she couldn't cope.
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Marguerite, Shannon's mother, offered to take care of Avery but with the stipulation that the child would be "hers" to raise as she saw fit.
Eight years later, still struggling to build a life for herself and her children, Shannon's husband returned only long enough to get her pregnant again before taking off, but this time fate intervened, and he died in an accident.
Visiting became an issue with her financial situation, with her living in LA and Marguerite in Canada. Before long, Avery didn't feel like part of Shannon's family anymore and pulled away from them emotionally.
During the twenty-six years since the triplets were born, Shannon became a famous Youtuber, and her children followed in her footsteps, but somehow, Avery's existence had become a secret. If she allowed herself to think about it, she felt cheated, though she had her own things going on and convinced herself she didn't like the spotlight, the divide with her family bothers her.
What will happen when Avery's life collides with that of her family? Will it blow up everything? Will she slink away and quietly go back to her former life?
They buried him once,
The Cold gave him back.
For three winters, the north has whispered of the a mercenary who did not stay dead. A man who walked out of blizzards, finishes contracts others won't touch, and leaves with only silence and an empty mug of ale.
Jorne Hane doesn't call himself a hero. He doesn't care to chase glory or the gods. He survives. And in the Icewind Dale, that's all that matters.
But when a routine escort south pulls him into warmer roads, and into the company of strangers, rumors begin to follow. Things that should have passed on take notice. And the Raven learns that death may have let him go, but it didn't forget that he still walks Faerûn.
So gather for a tale, of the Raven of the North.