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Ongoing, First published Jul 17, 2015
Ravyn Lynette Aritza isn't like most other kids her age. She was raised in the US by her hispanic mother, who told her stories of a tall and handsome man. The one who caught her fathers killer. The man who caused all her problems. The man she only knew as her Godfather. 
Fifteen years after her mother met this mysterious man she was killed. Of course no one but Ravyn knew that though. She also knew whos fualt it was.
so when she's shipped off to England to meet her mysterious Godfather she only has one thing on her mind. Getting as far away from him as possible.
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