Overview: When J. A. Cipriano was in second grade, his teacher gave everyone in class a journal to write down whatever they wanted. Their first subject was to write about something they didnβt like. J. A. chose to write about why he didnβt like writing. His reasoning was simple. He had bad handwriti
Cursed: An Urban Fantasy Novel (The Thrice Cursed Mage Book 1)
β Scribed by J. A. Cipriano
- Book ID
- 108928168
- Year
- 2016
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 137 KB
- Series
- Thrice Cursed Mage 1
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
My name is Mac Brennan and thatβs the only thing I can remember about myself. Not why I woke up in a dumpster. Not why my right arm is as black as pitch and covered in glowing red tattoos, and certainly not why a vicious death cult is after me.
Actually, that last part isnβt true. I know why the death cult is after me. Itβs because I saved that damned girl from them. I didnβt know who she was at the time, but Iβd have done it anyway. I just donβt like it when girls get beat up, call me old fashioned.
Still, I can tell sheβs hiding something behind those devilish eyes, and if I want to find out what it is, Iβll have to help her.
My name is Mac Brennan. I have no memory, and Iβm a werewolf-hunting, hellfire-flinging version of Faust himself.
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Review
"Mac Brennan is a gun-shooting, hell-fire wielding badass... The voice, dialogue and humor are spot on, and the twists and turns will keep you guessing. I thoroughly enjoyed this book and I can't WAIT for the next one" - Jasmine Walt, Bestselling author of Burned by Magic
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