The Bell [An Iris Thorne Novel]

The Bell [An Iris Thorne Novel]

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Last published Fri, Dec 14, 2018

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I continue darting around the trees, climbing rocks and trunks when I can. I may be able to get out of this. The horses are falling behind, but so is my speed. I can't keep running like this forever. Suddenly, a large black monster comes lunging out of the brush, blocking my path. I scramble to regain my senses, realizing it's one of the riders' horses. The man atop the stallion looks down at me, his eyes dark and threatening. He reaches for his belt and I run the other direction. The other rider has now joined his companion, and they're closing in fast. Just when I might be able to pull ahead, I make a mistake that costs me my freedom. I look back. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ Iris Thorne has nothing. Her Pa is dying, her Ma is ill, and her family is starving. The king of Terabellum has turned a blind eye on his people after a mysterous turn of events leaves the queen acting like an entirely different person. With war raging between Terabellum and Terapacem, darkness clouds Iris's heart. She knows she is doomed to a life of pickpocketing, but that all changes one stormy night when her Pa passes in his sleep. ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~ This is a YOUNG ADULT book. It does not have any sexual or graphic content, but it is made for mature readers. © All Rights Reserved May of 2016

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