The Last Estante

The Last Estante

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Come one, come all to the FAIRE Where dreams are reality And nothing is as it seems Surrealism is everywhere And...Faeries exist Asia Tawley has been tormented by Schizophrenia for as long as she can remember but since her seventeenth birthday, things have gradually gotten worse. Everything changes for her when two new kids come to her school. Jarring Light, sexy, dark and mysterious, he captures her heart from the first word. Toyah Anatolian, gorgeous, fiery and absolutely crazy. All seems well and Asia and her three best friends have added a two to their ranks but Asia can’t seem to shake the feeling that something is not right. One frenzied night of dancing at a new bar. A freak attack on the four girls and Asia knows something isn't right with this picture. In waltzes Alaric, chilly and charming. He explains something that has Asia’s mind reeling. She is half fey, a magical race of beautiful yet deadly creatures. Asia is about to be thrown into a crazy world of torment, mystery and maybe even love but she might not be able to come back out.
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