✍ Scribed by Jaymin Eve
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
A young adult paranormal romance series.
An epic journey.
If the Seventine are released, will anyone survive?
The possession of Abigail’s mate has left their melding bond in tatters.
But she has no time to grieve, the deadline still looms to collect the half-Walkers.
Together with her friends she ventures to Crais, the red land of the two suns. From the moment they step into the scorching heat, they’re surrounded by rock and death. And with limited time and oxygen they will have no second chances to figure out the secret to this planets survival.
And then, when she thinks all hope is lost, the Seventine make her an offer she can’t resist.
But will her chance to save Brace be the catalyst that destroys the worlds?
📜 SIMILAR VOLUMES
Anatolia, ultimi anni del '400. Il piccolo Dragut viene rapito insieme all'amico del cuore, Keithab, ed entrambi vengono avviati alla carriera delle armi. Ma la scuola dei giannizzeri di Alessandria, collegio militare d'élite, è dura e crudele, come spietati sono i rapporti tra i piccoli, tutti sott
A new graphics system has been brought into production at Los Alamos National Laboratory that interfaces under codes running on the Cray-1 computers with an Evans and Sutherland Multi Picture System high-speed, high-resolution graphics workstation. The system is described from three points of view:
Két perc. Ennyi időd van. Ha túlléped, véged. Max Holman mindig betartotta a kétperces szabályt. Ám amikor egy bankrablás során az egyik ügyfél szívrohamot kap, eldobja a fegyverét és újraéleszti a férfit. A jutalom ... ? Tíz év börtön. Max 48 évesen szabadul. Fia - aki rendőr -, teljesen eltávol
_« J'ai toujours pensé que la beauté du monde était destinée à nous faire oublier la brièveté tragique de nos vies. Peut-être un cadeau de Dieu, s'il existe, comme je l'espère. Mais nous n'en sommes pas conscients, hélas ! Non seulement nous infligeons à la terre qui nous porte les pires blessures,
—Pero, Mary Cris... —Lo dicho, tía Juliana. Estoy harta, harta, harta. —Pero si has llegado el sábado, querida, y hoy es jueves. —¿Y te parecen pocos cinco días? ¡Oh, tía Juliana, tú no sabes lo que supone para mí este cambio tan brusco y tan poco en consonancia con mi modo de ser! —Lo comprendo, hi