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
Marked: An Urban Fantasy Novel (The Thrice Cursed Mage Book 2)
β Scribed by J. A. Cipriano
- Book ID
- 108928437
- Year
- 2016
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 144 KB
- Series
- Thrice Cursed Mage 1
- Category
- Fiction
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
Pierce Ambrose. That was the name of the man I'd been sent to kill. The man I'd failed to kill. I have one day left to make good on my contract before the thugs holding my sister and her son start sending me pieces of them.
Pierce Ambrose. A man with a secret I didn't uncover until it was too late to turn back, too late to give up on trying to kill him.
Now, if I want to see my sister and nephew again, I have to try one last time.
My name is Mac Brennan, and this time, I'm playing for keeps.οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½οΏ½
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The Thrice Cursed Mage in reading order:
*- Cursed
- Marked
- Burned (5/3/16)*
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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
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