Abstrusus

Abstrusus

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Seeing and hearing the dead is normal for the Amador twins what isn't normal is them witnessing their parents murder and the way they were killed. Sent to live with their grandmother on the Island of Abstrusus where the man that murdered their parents can't find them , neither can the rest of humanity for that matter. They start out their new lives among the creatures of legends and myths. There they befriend a vast range of unlikely people. Abstrusus has its own problems, many of its inhabitants are going missing and the blame falls upon the 'Lady of the Forest'. A vengeful spirit that left unattended could bring disaster upon the island, the twins step up and use their knowledge and abilities to try and bring peace to the spirit. Sadly that isn't the only thing they have to be worried about....
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Born between two worlds, despised by those who should love her. Being labeled as "defective", "incomplete", "impure". Suffering repeated and constant persecution. How could she believe in happiness? Her heart had been bombarded by countless insults over the years in her home pack..., but against the setbacks of life, she remained determined to overcome all obstacles and prove that she was not weak but "unique", as her father always claimed. Her Witch blood did not diminish her courage at all... But lately she had been feeling strange... dreaming every night of a man, or rather, of his silhouette. The strength he emanated was terrifying, like a being from the coldest, most soulless underworld... making her doubt her real existence and her own sanity..., but why, even though she felt a terror that paralyzed her body, she couldn't forget the sadness she saw in his eyes? They were begging... for what? Someone? A love? To be rescued? Who was that "God" that lived in the darkness? His face gave her the feeling of recognition, he was not totally strange to her soul..., but at the same time, she was absolutely sure she had never seen him before... her blood warmed and her heart beat faster... What did it all mean? Was it all a result of her longing for her companion who she was told would never come? Or did it really have some other meaning? I had to find out...

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