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Song Of The Greys( On Hold)
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Ongoing, First published Nov 29, 2015
Alexandria, a name well known and feared by the ancient society of sorcerers. Her blood could unlock the most powerful weapon on the face of earth. Only her bloodline can use it.

 Wrong hands could bring the apocalypse. 

Right one could bring peace.
..........

 Alessandra. 
      Most of her life, she lived to get into trouble. Trouble for helping others. Being the city official's daughter doesn't help her reputation. Her mother thinks that finding her a suitor would make her come to her senses and she would stop getting into trouble because of others.

 But living in Bronjoas made her realise that is worth taking risk to help those in need. 
Bronjoas. 
The city where officials are corrupt and safety is in the hands of a murderer.

One fateful night.
One escape.
One warrior.
One secret.

    These are all that takes to change the way she perceives life. Will she make a stand or go screaming to the hills?.
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