MetaHunter - ON HOLD

MetaHunter - ON HOLD

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Hey. Don't be scared. "W..who are y..you?" Terra stammered. I'm you Terra is different from an average teenager. A talented drummer, her life problems could be summarised in two sentences. Getting a paycheck Graduating from High School. But everything changed -when the Fire Nation attacked? No- when she turned 18 and discovered that all her life, she'd lived in the shadow of who she really was. Now, her biggest problem was deciding which was worse: -The fact that she wasn't human but something powerful..... Preternatural. -A certain voice which claimed to be her and might have more power than they both originally thought, -A red eyed monster was hell-bent on killing her just two weeks after her arrival into a new country, -Or that somewhere out there, or closely nearby, someone might be falling breathlessly in love with her and she might be falling right back. Book one- Meta Trilogy Awesome Cover by Me!! ©Tophie. June 2016. MetaHunter® Slow Updates
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