The Untamed
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Última publicación mié, abr 6, 2016
1768 Renaissance
Florence, Italy
Lorenzo Fernandez, the young painter, is forced into a life of mystery and adventure when one of his paintings interests the Duke.
He meets Akira;a Japanese orphan.
Miko:A native American.
Sabreen:An Arabian princess.
Together they try work out the pages of a secret kept for 200 years.
Their journey is unthinkable.
The consequences are unmerciful
The ending is unimaginable.
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Book 1: T.R.U.S.T series.
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