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Posted December 22, 2012
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A small kit was thrown into the clearing, skidding across the ground. She didn't yet have her eyes open, her orange-white tabby pelt was caked with blood and dirt as she rose from the ground, staggering to get away.
"Hello, Dawnkit." A voice mewed from the forest. A large tom jumped from the trees, as he stood over the helpless kit. She growled, sniffing around for her mother and sisters. "Where am I and what have you done with my family?" She opened her eyes, revealing one crystal-blue and one green. "What have you done with Moonflower?"
She fell to the ground again and stood tall, with much more confidence. She padded up to her father and growled. As young as she was, she only went a quarter of the way up his forleg, but she stood confident none the less. Her father spoke. "Ah, you are alike to me in courage." She looked up to him with anger in her eyes. "I will never be anything like you!" She bit his leg as hard as she could, snapping the bone. "Oh, im aware of that." He spoke, laughing at her. "The first born daughter of the flower in the night will have unspeakable powers and strength. The second, natural leadership. The third, doomed to die young. And you, my child, are the first. Which means you must die." He scrached at her face, causing unbearable pain. "No one will ever love you after this," she said, just as she leapt at his throat, killing him swiftly.
When she woke up the next morning, she looked at her reflection in the pool. The green emerald eye was gone, leaving her with only the icy blue.
Dawnkit woke up from her dream-no, nightmare,-no, memory, with a start. She never wanted to remember that day, so many moons ago, yet she remembered it like it was yesterday. She had grown sence then. Extremely agile, and a feirce killer of any who crossed her. She thought about her father's words, that no one would ever love her, and she knew he was right.
But she was determined to survive.
Posted June 7, 2011
paranoia keeps you alive
Regan has spent the last 18 years running from the people who tried to take away her daughter. Eighteen years of training will keep her alive, as she finds herself on the run with her daughter and her friends, and a next door neighbor, who may or may not be on her side.
The fast paced novel seemlessly blends action with romance. Damschroder's writing promises a future of fantastic novels in this genre.
Disclaimer: A copy of this book was provided by the publisher.
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Posted August 14, 2011
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