THE HUNTRESS: VENGEANCE

THE HUNTRESS: VENGEANCE

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Be not afraid. But have no doubt. There are monsters prowling about. ♱ ❁ ♱ ❁ ♱ An eye for an eye. Blood for blood. It is vengeance that was once promised; and vengeance will be had. On the eve of a frosty Christmas, a demon comes. She could suppose her luck would bring such a turn of events, though suspension from Catholic school had been the worst news the week before. Debbie Barnes, a once burdened child made to feel like a burden herself, is suddenly cast into a web of secrets, and a world obscured from the one she's always known, in which monsters and demons and critters aren't just on the pages of a storybook. The debts of a man she has never known are hers to inherit and for that, she must die. Her flesh and blood, a sacrifice to find the very man whose life flows through her veins, to finally end the legend that was once the most dreaded hunter of their time. But these demons from a past she does not even know aren't the only ones seeking revenge. In their world of hate, a family is found.
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