In Death We Part

In Death We Part

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A hit-and-run that should've killed Maddie Ashford instead leaves her with a dimension-traversing soul - one of the few with the divine gift to flow between the Earth and Irnum. But as a curse of impossible timing, it also jumps between the two worlds too sporadically for her to live as the teenager she once was. She has no choice but to accept her new life as an ETA agent... and don an inescapable mask of silver and black. "My mind is still in a jumble. I still have no idea what I'm doing here. If this is real. If I'll live. If I'm even alive in the first place." In Death We Part is a story for lovers of paranormal badassery. The cover image is Wenqing Yan's The Raven.
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Certainly they could trust that those in power ultimately had the best interests of the people in mind, right? ~~~ Luna slouched low in her seat, staring at droplets of water that ran diagonally down the window of the bus. The sky was a flat, depressing grey and the incessant, soaking rain left her constantly chilled. It was a typical "liquid sunshine" day in the Pacific Northwest. They drove past a single tall scraggly tree on top of a hill shrouded in mist. The creepy tree was full of screaming crows. How could she hear them from inside the bus when she couldn't even seem to hear the voices of the kids around her? Geez, that was an awfully freaking dark image. She shivered and looked away. What did they call a group of crows again? Right, a murder of crows. Perfect. The weather was certainly the only thing that was typical these days, although you'd never know it by looking around the bus at most of the kids as they sat joking and gossiping with each other just like they had before... before that day everything had changed. Idiots.

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