Beneath the Bloodstone Sky
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Last published Mon, Nov 11, 2024
In the shadow of Port Elizabeth, two ancient souls-one born of light, the other of darkness-are reborn as children with powers that could save or destroy the world. Miriam, a woman bound to the land stolen from her family during apartheid, and Caroline, the estranged daughter of a dying farm owner, are forced to confront their shared legacy when a mysterious key and a long-hidden family secret resurface. As dark forces awaken and supernatural beings converge, they must protect the children while unlocking the forgotten history that could tip the balance between salvation and annihilation. Their destinies are intertwined, but will they be strong enough to embrace the truth-and each other-before the world falls apart?
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