Records of the Forest (Completed)
  • MGA BUMASA 203
  • Mga Boto 2
  • Mga Parte 22
  • Oras 2h 26m
  • MGA BUMASA 203
  • Mga Boto 2
  • Mga Parte 22
  • Oras 2h 26m
Kumpleto, Unang na-publish Feb 15, 2016
Rowan Irvine had always been told she was childish. Her room was lined with stuffed animals and drawn-on walls. But the summer of her senior year Rowan's parents decide to move to a "sweet little town in the middle of nowhere". With a town, new home, and no friends she thought she'd have to leave her childish ways behind and grow up. Be helpful, no more made up creatures or stories or adventures.

But "middle of nowhere" meant by an enormous, looming forest.

And "sweet" meant the town held more secrets than it's residents.

And "no more stories" meant Rowan was about to become part of a story more dark and dangerous than she could have ever imagined. Perhaps more than she ever wanted to imagine.

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