Daughter of a Painter
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Dernière publication dim., juin 11, 2017
Meet Jane. She's an artist. she loves music, poetry , and of course art. She can draw and paint just like her father. But her father has been missing since she was 5 years old. She is just like her father though. She has issues when someone touches anything she creates. If you even make one small rip on her drawing or a small splat of paint on her canvas then you might want to run. But she lives like an ordinary girl. That is until one day. She discovers something she wishes she hadn't. She goes on an amazing adventure with her friends. But things aren't as they seem to be on there journey.
The cover is drawn by me by the way 😁.
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