Reptilia

Reptilia

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In a society where every decision is made for you, eighteen-year old Winter has always trusted their choice. It's such a small price to pay to be part of a world where past and present are one, where promises of your best possible future could stretch endlessly. Until a mysterious renegade raptor known only as Ryxn attacks her community- the first of its kind- and inexplicably abducts her. She knows that he is no savior, and that his motives- while unclear- are not exactly pure. But Winter somehow feels an unsettling connection between herself and Ryxn, that he is more than meets the eye. Their ensuing journey will puncture the very beating heart of their not-so-perfect society, a system of those who conspire and those who kill. Some ideas, once sparked, cannot be contained.
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