Weather Vane Island
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Última publicación dom, feb 5, 2017
Niamh Renee Murphy is a typical 1890's 12 year old: can't hold her temper, lives in a tenement, and works 12 hours a day. When she's exposed to a magic blue toxin and becomes violently ill, the only person who can save her is an alchemist with a temper to match her own, and he demands payment via indenture.
As Niamh learns Dr. Wurfil's strange mix of science and magic, she unknowingly embarks on a journey that will one day make her the most powerful woman on earth - but at a steep cost.
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