Stormchild: Emeline and the Forest Mage

Stormchild: Emeline and the Forest Mage

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A Grimdark Fantasy Novel of Epic proportions. In the North Mountains an ancient danger lurks, a powerful being set on destroying all Erdil, and only the Girl Child can defeat it. Emeline lives on a farm near the small town of Aysgarth in the North of Öldeim. Torn from her home by a mysterious warrior, she embarks on a journey which will force her to face her past and her destiny as the Girl Child, but in a world where dreams are real and Immortals from Gotteril play games with the Erdilers, this will be the hardest thing she ever does. © 2015 by Joy Cronjé. All rights reserved. No part of this book may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the author, except in the case of brief quotations embodied in critical reviews and certain other non-commercial uses permitted by copyright law.
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