As Darkness Fears the Sun

As Darkness Fears the Sun

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In the Chimerical City, the length of your shadow had nothing to do with the height of the sun, but with the power that flows in your veins. Brontë Saeger wears her power in the tattoos that ink her arms, proof of her status as a Magician, one of the untouchable elite in the Chimerical City. Kit Cromwell wears his in a cloak of night, hiding in the shadows of the seedy underbelly of the City, one of many Normal humans with a taste for blood. When Magicians begin turning up dead, Brontë's brother among them and Kit holding the murder weapon, the two find themselves in a hunt to find a killer, with more questions being found then answers. In order to get the answers they seek, Kit and Brontë must scavenge a city that has turned against them, all while running for their lives and staying one step ahead of the true killer. But some answers aren't meant to be found.
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