The nine lives of Aurelia Gale
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Complete, First published Dec 04, 2016
Isn't it crazy how one simple mistake can end your life?

Aurelia Gale was a girl living a perfect life, until a car crash sent her into the world of the dead. Alongside new friends from different points in history, Aurelia goes through the nine lives in nine different worlds. Sounds great, Right? Nine different chances! But there's a catch. Each life is in its own world, each with its own hellish twist. As if that wasn't hard enough, something else isn't quite right. Strange monsters keep appearing, and Aurelia and her friends might just be the last chance the world has for surviving. And they're not even sure what they're supposed to be doing.
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