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Ashes of Eden

Ashes of Eden

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She was born of fire. Now the world will burn for her. After her mother's death, Eden moves to Black Hollow-a town shrouded in mist, monsters, and secrets better left buried. When her power awakens, so do the things that hunt it. Vampyric, Fae, and Wraithborn all want the fire she was told to hide. Her mother warned her to stay hidden. But maybe she wasn't protecting Eden from them- maybe she was protecting them from Eden. They took her mother. They want her power. And Eden will make them burn for both. But not all who hunt her want her dead. One seeks to bind her. The other to break her. Now the girl who was told to run has no choice but to fight. And as the flames inside her grow, Eden must decide- will she control the fire... or let it consume her?
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