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Lost
Soul
(DarkWorld #2)
by
T.G. Ayer
(DarkWorld #2)
by
T.G. Ayer
With her sister missing and her mother and
Anjelo stuck in the Wraith World, Kai must find a way to save them all. But the
Wraith poison has brought her to her knees and only Logan's fire can help ease
her pain.
Uncertain who to rescue first, Kai's
decision is made for her when she discovers her sister Greer is stuck in the
Greylands and slowly going insane. Desperate to save her, Kai will go to
incredible lengths to obtain a portal key to the land of the dead - and maybe,
she’ll go one step too far.
From deathtalkers to demons, trackers to
ghosts, Kai must fight against betrayal and evade the clutches of danger to set
her sister free. Can she save Greer from a horrific death - and will she ever
be able to forgive herself if she can’t?
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Myears lifted, pointed, flared out. My eyes
burned, the particular
sensation of my panther eyes coming forth.
Another growl and my jaw
lengthened, hardened, my nose now picking
up every odor surrounding me,
including the sickly odor of the poison
flowing thick and strong beneath
my
skin.
My hands transitioned smoothly into paws, my fingernails
My hands transitioned smoothly into paws, my fingernails
curving into deadly-sharp claws. I
stretched out, lengthened my back,
and let the panther take
control.
I have been a writer from the time I was
old enough to recognize that reading was a doorway into my imagination. Poetry
was my first foray into the art of the written word. Books were my best
friends, my escape, my haven. I am essentially a recluse but this part of my
personality is impossible to practice given I have two teenage daughters, who
are actually my friends, my tea-makers, my confidantes… I am blessed with a husband
who has left me for golf. It’s a fair trade as I have left him for writing. We
are both passionate supporters of each other's loves – it works wonderfully…
My heart is currently broken in two. One
half resides in South Africa where my old roots still remain, and my heart
still longs for the endless beaches and the smell of moist soil after a summer
downpour. My love for Ma Afrika will never fade. The other half of me has been
transplanted to the Land of the Long White Cloud. The land of the Taniwha,
beautiful Maraes, and volcanoes. The land of green, pure beauty that truly
inspires. And because I am so torn between these two lands – I shall forever
remain cross-eyed.
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