The Things We Live By

The Things We Live By

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As far as similarities go, Ruth and Rory's might be in the negatives. Ruth is a blade of brutal honesty, Rory is the model of perfect Irish manners; she's darkness, he's light; she's heavy rock turned all the way up with the car top down, and he's an acoustic strumming with the rain pattering on the window in the background. When they meet, the laws of the universe dictate that the end result should be a gory mess of screamed half-sentences and deadly glares. But as it turns out, Ruth and Rory might have more to learn from each other than they ever thought they could.
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**SERIES ONE - BOOK ONE** They have been found. When the five stand together, the Order of Verdicts shall fall and peace shall reign across the Realms. Ruth Watson is your average teenage girl who loved nothing more than being with her friends, drinking and smoking. Until one fateful evening she gets whisked away from her family to a place where Coffinhounds, Duskwings and Razorsnare's roam, looking for prey. She soon discovers that the only residents are teenagers just like her, living in a small village called Ozryn. Little does she know that this is just leading up to something much MUCH bigger than anyone could imagine. ******************** "SQUAWWWK" Screeched the bird from behind us, reminding us that it was still there. We spun to face it, torn between defending ourselves against the bird or the beasts in the forest. The bird had crept closer, we realised and now stood a few metres away from us, giving us a good view of its appearance. Taller than a full grown man, it had the body of a vulture, its strong wings folded along its back, legs the size of a strongmans thighs and its clawed feet were the size of lorry tyres. It had a long thin neck stretched out infront of it and its head... Its head was a humans. Crazy wild hair stuck up around its head like a fan, mad, wide black eyes bore into us, its nose turned up at the end and it had its mouth open, lips pulled back showing razor sharp, pointed teeth. It screeched again at us, taking another hop forwards.

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