Bound By Nature [ A NaNoWriMo Novel]

Bound By Nature [ A NaNoWriMo Novel]

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Fantasy
Almost as soon as Annie Snow returns to her mother's hometown to finish her senior year, strange things begin happening. A prophecy awakens that's been waiting to be discovered for fifty years; when Annie finds a box of her grandmother's letters, it's only even more confusing than it already was. With mysterious words like Ember and Mother haunting the letters and strange dreams beginning to haunt her, Annie has an even harder time gathering her thoughts- and things are growing more dangerous by the day. She and two strangers are forced to cooperate to save the world from an ancient evil, and they only have a month to do it- or else everything will be over.
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She woke to a world washed in silver. The clouds hung low, heavy with secrets. And when the rain began, soft, deliberate. She welcomed it like an old friend. But this morning wasn't like the others. Between the drops, she saw them. Tiny beings, born of shimmer and storm. Fairies. Real ones. They moved like the rain itself knew how to keep them hidden. And in that quiet wonder, something ancient stirred. Everyone else rushed past, umbrellas raised, eyes down. No one noticed. Except her. One fairy remained. Still, glowing, watching her like it had been waiting. When she whispered, "Hello," the world began to shift. But the rain wasn't the only thing falling that day. A parcel was coming. A diary that writes back. A demon who already knows her name. And a truth her father buried long ago. The past isn't sleeping. It's waking up.

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