Young Blood
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Book one of The War of Faith series: I didn't ask to be involved in all this. I didn't ASK to become some sort of superhuman/demigod. Some people would say that, that's life and crap happens. But NOT crap like this. Monsters and beings beyond your wildest dreams, all converging in on each other to make the earth a living hell. Now when I say living hell, I'm not exaggerating. Not one bit. I would love to just wake up one morning and know that all this was just a bad dream, but I can't. And that's my own problem, I thought I would make a record of all this so that people could know what really goes on out there in the big wide world. I just hope that one day I'll get to show it to someone instead of "someone" finding all my notes a hundred years after I've become nothing but a pile of bones in a coffin deep under ground. But here it is, I hope that I've just presented it to you instead of you finding it in my grave, but here goes.
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