The Fire's Infatuation

The Fire's Infatuation

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Brielle Millicent... A normal girl. She just turned sixteen... She just died. Okay, so that's nothing particularly special. She wasn't the first person to die on her birthday... But there was something special about the situation. Brielle's death was planned. Someone had decided hat she should die before she needed too... And someone stopped her going to Heaven. Why would someone do that? Who would do that? Someone was in love with her. That someone knew he couldn't love her whilst there was still fresh air in her living lungs...
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I don't have to tell you about to me say I'm not normal. I don't even have to say my name. Just take my hand, and let me show you to the looking-glass. Look inside, and you'll see. I'm sixteen years old. I spend my life more with the dead than the living. And my father- why, my father is the Grim Reaper. Blakely knew from when she was born that she wouldn't lead a life that was ordinary. But even her unorthodox path took a turn when she met the half-angel, Arielle, whose soul had resisted her reaping. After being turned mortal, she is forced on a quest to discover her past: her heritage, her father's lies, and the true reason her brother ran away from home. Foes unite and secrets are spilled in a quest for the truth, and family are reunited and broken apart. But, when it counts, will Blakely make the right decision? This was the angel's true form, I knew; so pure that it was deadly to behold. "You won't have me, Blakely. You'll never have me."

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