What Dwells (Wickedly Winged Book 1)
β Scribed by Lynn, Jeanette
- Book ID
- 110519119
- Publisher
- Jeanette Lynn
- Year
- 2019
- Tongue
- English
- Weight
- 336 KB
- Series
- Wickedly Winged 1
- Category
- Fiction
- ASIN
- B081N9X393
No coin nor oath required. For personal study only.
β¦ Synopsis
It was just another boring day monitoring The Mists, the strange murky clouds that hover in the canyons below the Up Top. Until it wasnβt. They say whatever enters the mysterious mist is lost to The Mists. When Novara finds her schooner suddenly being sucked into the clouds of death, sheβs expecting the worst. Sheβs going to die. When Novara finds herself thrust into a world below her own, instead, never in her wildest dreams could she have imagined sheβd come face to face with one of the Great Beasts, let alone an entire colony of the humanoid bat beings, the very creatures sheβd been obsessed with for years. Great Gwog, what were the chances? If ever there was a time her love for dead languages could come in handy, this was it. And she would be needing it, because this was her new home now. Citoc isnβt too keen on taking on the odd, funny faced wingless beastie that had literally dropped down atop him, spewed out from the skies, yet he finds himself drawn to the mouthy, witless creature. He isnβt the only beastie intrigued by the many tongues speaking newcomer. Beasts of the Murke, Greats Beasts of Bellinor, a whole new world and all the mixed bat cultures forming the melting pot of the Alcove, Novara will need to learn to navigate it all fast if sheβs to stand a chance. Eladrathuil preserve her, whatβs a stranded Mists pilot to do? Acclimate. But her stubborn buns are going to do it her way. May the madness ensue and the odds be in her favor.
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