Mystic (Soul Seekers Series #3)

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Since arriving in the dusty desert town of Enchantment, everything in Daire Santos life has changed...and not always for the better. While she's come to accept and embrace her new powers as a Soul Seeker, Daire struggles with the responsibility she holds navigating between the worlds of the living and the dead—and her mission to defeat the evil Cade Richter.  But Cade's soul is inextricably entwined with that of her boyfriend Dace, putting their love to the ultimate ...

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Overview

Since arriving in the dusty desert town of Enchantment, everything in Daire Santos life has changed...and not always for the better. While she's come to accept and embrace her new powers as a Soul Seeker, Daire struggles with the responsibility she holds navigating between the worlds of the living and the dead—and her mission to defeat the evil Cade Richter.  But Cade's soul is inextricably entwined with that of her boyfriend Dace, putting their love to the ultimate test.  How can she can't defeat Cade if it means destroying Dace too?  And is their love strong enough to survive death—and what lies beyond?

MYSTIC is the third book in The Soul Seekers, a magnificent new series about a girl who can navigate between the worlds of the living and the dead, by #1 New York Times bestselling author Alyson Noël.

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Editorial Reviews

From the Publisher
"Alyson Noël paints a magical New Mexican landscape." —New Mexico Style

"Noël does a terrific job of slowly unspooling secrets and motivations with writing that is both charismatic and spunky." —LA Times

"Fantastic characters and an amazing plot. Noël is a master with words." —Romantic Times (Top Pick!)

"Atmospheric and enjoyable . . . Noël's many fans will be eager to find out what happens next." —Publishers Weekly

"Two boys, one light and one dark, factor heavily into the intriguing, twisting story line, which is sure to draw Noël’s numerous fans." —Booklist

From the Publisher

"Alyson Noël paints a magical New Mexican landscape." —New Mexico Style

"Noël does a terrific job of slowly unspooling secrets and motivations with writing that is both charismatic and spunky." —LA Times

"Fantastic characters and an amazing plot. Noël is a master with words." —Romantic Times (Top Pick!)

"Atmospheric and enjoyable . . . Noël's many fans will be eager to find out what happens next." —Publishers Weekly

"Two boys, one light and one dark, factor heavily into the intriguing, twisting story line, which is sure to draw Noël’s numerous fans." —Booklist

VOYA - Lindsay Grattan
The third book in the Soul Seekers series begins with Daire Santos trapped with the Mystic Axel in the Upperworld, while her boyfriend, Dace, lay injured in one of the lower levels of the Middleworld. Dace believes that Daire has been killed by his evil twin brother, Cade, and waits for something to come along and put him out of his misery. Daire is eager to find Dace, knowing that he thinks she is dead. Even though Axel has tended her wounds and saved her from Cade, she thinks he is trapping her and escapes from the Upperworld. Upon her arrival in her hometown, she learns that she must navigate the unexplored regions of the Middleworld to find her lost boyfriend and restore his soul. Along the way, Daire uses her powers as Seeker to guide her as she encounters obstacles and must decide what is friend or foe. Mystic picks up where Echo left off, and continues the fast-paced action with every page. Readers will enjoy exploring more of the Otherworlds so vividly imagined by the author. Daire has grown into herself quite nicely and is no longer resisting her role as Seeker. She is guided by the love she has for Dace, and by her grandmother Paloma's strength and wisdom. Daire's Native American background provides an enchanting layer to the story that allows this intriguing series to stand out from many others in the fantasy genre. There are surprises around every corner for Daire as she fights to save Dare from a soulless existence, and most readers will be left eagerly anticipating the final installment in the series. Reviewer: Lindsay Grattan
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Product Details

  • ISBN-13: 9781250048189
  • Publisher: St. Martin's Press
  • Publication date: 7/22/2013
  • Series: Soul Seekers Series , #3
  • Format: Mass Market Paperback
  • Pages: 320
  • Sales rank: 699,548
  • Age range: 12 - 17 Years
  • Product dimensions: 4.10 (w) x 6.70 (h) x 1.00 (d)

Meet the Author

ALYSON NOËL is the #1 New York Times bestselling author of the Immortals series, the Riley Bloom series, and eight previous novels for St. Martin’s Press. She lives in Laguna Beach, California, where she is at work on her next book.

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Daire

I wake to a room gone suddenly bright as Axel calls to me from his place by the door.

He pauses. Allowing time for me to gather myself, begin the slow crawl from slumber, before he makes his way to my bedside. His approach heralded by the soft hum of his breath rising and falling—the muffled hush of his feet crossing the smooth limestone floor.

His voice is a melody.

His movements an inspired choreography.

Still, when he stands by my side and places a tentative hand on my shoulder, I shrink from his touch and squinch my eyes shut. Stretching back to the dream where I cling to the memory of Dace’s embrace. The sweep of his fingers moving over my flesh … the press of his lips meeting mine … desperate to lose myself in the glittering burn of his kaleidoscope eyes, reflecting my image thousands of times. Preferring the fantasy of Dace and me blissfully reunited at the Enchanted Spring, to the barren truth that awaits me.

“Daire, please. I know you’re awake.” Axel keeps his tone light, as though he’s not the least bit annoyed by the game. “I will gladly sit here all day if that’s what it takes.” He claims a space on my mattress and waits for me to acknowledge him.

“You have the patience of a saint,” I snap, reluctantly forfeiting the dream and accepting it for the ghost that it is. My eyes widening at the sight of Axel’s anxious lavender gaze. Caught by the way it darkens to a deep stormy amethyst, before turning as clear and luminous as the day we first met.

The day our first words were spoken, formalities exchanged.

The day he swept me into his arms and rocketed me high into the sky. Piercing through the glorious silken spun web that yielded to a world of bright golden light.

So unlike the prior times—once deep underwater—once in a haunted Moroccan square—back when I was naïve enough to disregard the events as coincidence.

“I’m hardly a saint.” His fingers spear through his shock of blond hair that swoops over his brow and falls in loose curls past his cheek. A move I’ve observed countless times, and yet, it’s no less enchanting than the first. The platinum strands seamlessly blending into a complexion so fair, smooth, and translucent, I can’t help but think (and not for the first time) that between the pastel eyes and porcelain skin, he appears so exquisite, so strikingly angelic, the only things missing are a halo and wings.

“If not a saint, then an angel, perhaps?” The question hangs heavy between us, not nearly as jokey as it might seem on the surface. Here in the Upperworld, anything is possible, and I’m eager to get to the truth of this strange situation I find myself in. “Or a spirit guide, maybe? Perhaps even my spirit guide?”

My gaze narrows on his as I silently ponder the unspoken questions:

Am I a convalescent or a captive?

Is he saving me or enslaving me?

Assured by the way he flinches, the way he tears his gaze away, that he heard the thoughts as well as the words.

“What if I told you I was none of those things?”

“Then I’d suspect you were lying,” I say in a voice that’s strong and sure. Wanting him to know that while I may be at a physical disadvantage, dependent on his willingness to take care of me and tend to my wounds, my will is still strong. My days as an invalid are nearing an end.

He lowers his chin, sending a tumble of blond curls sailing over his forehead, down past the finely sculpted bridge of his nose, before landing at the perfect bow of his lips. “If you insist on a label, and clearly you do, then I guess you could say I’m a Mystic.” He runs his palms down the crisp white tunic he wears.

“A Mystic?” My tone is as stark as my face.

He nods, making great study of the abstract, Georgia O’Keeffe–style painting of a vibrant blue lake on the far side of the room, before settling on the small, glass-tiled pool where I often bathe in a modest white gown as Axel rinses the suds from my shoulders and hair.

“Define Mystic,” I say. Despite a number of prior attempts, this is the most I’ve ever gotten out of him, and I plan to push it as far as I can.

“One who is initiated into esoteric mysteries.” He turns to me, clearly pleased with his explanation, but I’m far from satisfied.

“Would you care to elaborate, or are you being purposely vague?” I lift my chin, quirk a brow, surprised to find my sarcasm tested by the shock of his luminous grin. A grin that begins at the tip of his chin and creeps all the way to the haphazard part in his hair. A grin so open, kind, and authentic, it takes all of my will to curb the impulse to return it.

“I’m being purposely vague, there’s no use denying it. So now, if the interrogation is over, perhaps we can talk about you?” Misreading my silence for surrender, he leans closer. “How are you feeling?” he asks, studying me with a concerned eye and a cool palm that travels from my brow to my cheek. Searching for signs of the fever and chills that have plagued me since I arrived in this place.

“The interrogation is never over. You should know that by now.” I pull away from his touch, striving for a stern voice and the expression to match. Resolved to get at least a few of the answers I seek. “What exactly is a Mystic?” I demand.

He shutters his eyes, sighing when he says, “I’m afraid it’s of a scope that is far beyond human comprehension.”

“Try me.” I frown. Glare. Commit to waiting for however long it takes to get him to properly answer me. But all I get in return is a view of Axel’s grin. “C’mon, Axel,” I plead. “Why won’t you tell me what it means? Is everyone in the Upperworld a Mystic? And if so, where are they? Why haven’t I seen anyone but you the whole time I’ve been here?”

He commits to the silence, leaving the questions to hang heavy between us.

“Fine.” I breathe a frustrated sigh. “But don’t think this is over. You can evade me for now, but I’ll find out eventually. You’re not the only stubborn one around here.” I do my best to rebuff the lure of his charm, but it’s no use. Even when he’s not smiling, chucking a self-conscious hand through his hair, or engaging in any of his other well-practiced gestures from the “Handbook of Disarming Moves,” he radiates such an abundance of genuine kindness, benevolence, and undeniable charisma, it’s not long before I fold. “So, in the spirit of cooperation—which, by the way, is something you could stand to learn a thing or two about—I will answer your question by saying my fever has finally broke.”

I watch as his fingers move from his lap to my cheek and then back to his lap. Captured by the way his movements cast the most glorious veil of light, bearing no hint of darkness or shadow.

“And my memory is returning,” I add, noting the fleeting flicker of worry that crosses his face as his gaze returns to the painting.

“And exactly what do these memories reveal?” he asks, his voice as quiet and uncertain as I’ve ever heard.

I hesitate, needing a moment to decide what to say. Torn between the desire to pretend to know more than I do—if for no other reason than to gain some semblance of an upper hand—and admitting I know very little in the hope that he’ll finally explain how he came to find me dying in the Lowerworld with my own athame turned against me. The double-edged blade bisecting my heart as Cade Richter moved to stake claim on my soul.

“I know there was a struggle. I know that I lost. And I was hoping you could fill in the blanks.” I stare hard at his profile, willing him to turn to me, acknowledge me, but for the longest time, he favors the wall. “Fine,” I say. “Keep your secrets for now. It’s not like I won’t find out eventually. But, if nothing else, can you please just tell me whether or not Dace is okay? I’m thinking that if I’m here in the Upperworld with you, then everyone in the Middleworld probably assumes that I’m dead. Which means that the prophecy was averted. Which also means that Dace is alive—that I was able to save him. Right?

Axel clamps his lips so tightly it takes all of my will to keep from grabbing hold of his shoulders and shaking him until he responds. Allowing an annoyingly long drag of time to loll before he says, “I’m not keeping secrets, Daire. It’s just I see no point in reliving the past when the present awaits.”

“It’s the past that got me here!” I cry, instantly regretting the hysterical ring to my words. I’m getting worked up. I need to rein it in. Need to rebuild my strength. These emotional outbursts never result in anything good. “How long have I been here?” I ask, casually broaching the question as though I’m only mildly curious. My attempts at keeping track have left me confused. Most of my time is spent sleeping, and the light seeping through the curtain-covered window never seems to change all that much, making it impossible to count the succession of days.

“Linear time does not exist here.” Axel shrugs. “But then you already knew that.” He brings a hand close to my chest, ready to move on to more pressing concerns. “May I?” His hand hovers uncertainly, awaiting permission to proceed, despite the fact that as my only caretaker this is hardly the first time he’s done this.

I nestle my cheek against the pile of downy pillows with soft silken cases he’s placed under my head. Embarrassed by the rush of blood that creeps up my neck and floods my cheeks as he loosens my robe until my wound is exposed.

“It’s healing nicely.” He skims a finger along the jagged, puckered line of angry red flesh he coaxed back together with his platinum needle and spool of golden thread. His touch reverberating straight through my core, all the way to the invisible network of scars hidden under the surface, where he worked his magick and reassembled my heart.

“How soon can I return?” I ask. It’s the same question I always ask.

And like always, Axel defers. Grabbing a small glass jar from the nightstand, he repeats his usual mantra of “Not yet,” as he removes the lid and places it on the glass-topped table beside me. “But soon … very soon…”

He dips a finger into the fragrant blue ointment, about to apply it to the wound, when I catch him at the wrist and push his hand away.

“I don’t want it to fade,” I say, rendered nearly breathless from the effort it takes to resist him. Fielding his skeptical look, I add, “Now that I remember, I can’t afford to forget what landed me here.”

He mutters under his breath. Some archaic language with slurred vowels and hard consonants I don’t understand. Then he abandons the jar, pulls my robe closed, and with a sigh of resignation, says, “If you’re entertaining thoughts of revenge, I’d advise you to quit. You’ll only lower yourself to Cade’s level, squelch your potential, and establish yourself as his equal. Is that what you want?”

“It’s not revenge that motivates me.” I clench my hands into fists, my actions betraying my words. “It’s love. Dace is my only concern.” At the mention of his name, my heart clenches in pain. Imagining the grief he must be feeling, not knowing the full truth of what really happened that night.

And while the exact events may continue to elude me as well, one thing is sure: I saved him.

I died so that Dace could live.

Except that I’m not really dead.

He just thinks that I am.

“Best not to think about that either.” Axel turns his back in dismissal. “You need to get well. That’s why you’re here.” He scoops an uncertain hand through his hair.

“Is that the only reason I’m here?” I prop myself higher onto my pillows, and stare hard at his back. It’s an uncomfortable subject, but I need to know once and for all.

Why did he save me?

And what does he expect in return?

“What are you really asking me, Daire?” He faces me with a gaze so open, so direct, I’m instantly silenced. No longer sure how to phrase what I most want to say.

Is he a crazy stalker who took advantage of a moment of weakness in order to abduct me?

Or is he truly a Good Samaritan, a Mystic, as he claims, with only my best interests at heart?

While he’s always treated me with kindness and respect, I can’t help but suspect that his motives aren’t entirely altruistic.

We fall into an uncomfortable, sagging silence. The kind that used to spur me to say something stupid, crack a dumb joke, but no more. I’m no longer that girl. The new Daire is patient.

She’s willing to wait.

She has no other choice.

But when Axel makes for the door, I instantly regret having pushed it too far. He can’t leave. Not yet. He’s not the only one with an agenda here.

I lift myself until I’m almost fully upright, making an exaggerated show of breathing heavily and gritting my teeth. And just as I’d hoped, an instant later he’s right back beside me.

Patience. You can do this. It’s like Paloma taught you: Think from the end.

“Don’t push it, Daire.” Axel’s fingers grab hold of my shoulders as he lowers me back toward my pillows. “Just because the fever broke doesn’t mean that you’re healed.”

I nod as though I wouldn’t dream of questioning his wisdom, the irrefutable truth of his words. “I guess I’m just feeling a little restless,” I say, aiming for chagrin and hoping I’m not overdoing it. “I’m not used to being bedridden and weak, and that makes me a pretty poor patient.” I make a guilty face. “It’s just that, if I’ve any hope of leaving this place, I’ll need to work on regaining my strength. The longer I lie here, the more my muscles will deteriorate. So, maybe I could try to walk for a bit. What do you think?”

I hold my breath and shoot him my most hopeful look, aiming to convince without coming off as rehearsed.

When he doesn’t reply fast enough for my liking, I struggle to sit up again. Grimacing and gritting until I’m propped flushed and breathless against the headboard, begging, “Please. I need to get up and move around—take a short walk. But I need your help. I can’t do it alone.” I force myself to swallow the lie, but the bitterness sticks to my tongue. “C’mon, Axel, didn’t you promise to heal me, rehabilitate me? Isn’t that what you said?”

His brow knits, his lips pull into a frown, and I know that I’ve won. That he sees what I want him to see—me, clammy, breathless, and pale—making demands that betray my abilities.

I suck in a lungful of air, curl my fingers around the side of the mattress, and attempt to swing my legs over the edge. The sight of it causing him to say, “Clearly nothing I say will change your mind.”

“Clearly,” I whisper, indulging a small, secret smile when he secures an arm around my waist and eases me to my feet until my body is wedged hard against his.

His touch providing a reassuring strength that leaves me uneasy, reminding me of the moment he saved me. The way his lips pressed hard against mine as he snatched me from the fingers of death—restoring my life with a kiss.

The question is why?

Why me?

And, more importantly, now that he’s saved me, why is he hiding me?

Not a single person has dropped by the whole time I’ve been here. And often, when he thinks I’m asleep, I watch through slitted lids as he peers through the curtains, fingers twitching nervously at the thought of being seen.

While there’s no denying the amount of care and devotion he’s paid me, his reluctance to answer my questions leads me to believe his motives aren’t nearly as pure as they seem. That they have less to do with his inner moral compass, and more to do with the simple fact that, for whatever reason, he couldn’t bear to lose me.

Like he has a personal stake in my being.

Like I mean far more to him than I rightfully should.

A suspicion that leaves me uneasy.

My heart belongs to Dace. And if what I suspect of Axel is true, then he’s turned my life into a debt I can never repay.

“Do you think you could manifest a cane?” I ask, and despite having seen him work his magick plenty of times, I still stare in unabashed wonder when a beautiful, carved-ivory cane instantly appears in my hand.

“I hope no elephants were injured in the making of this?” I grip the handle hard, testing its strength by shifting my full weight upon it.

“It came from the ether just as it will return to the ether as soon as you’re through with it.” He loosens his grip on my waist and allows me some space, while he hovers nearby, ready to catch me at the first hint of trouble. “So, now that you’re up, where do you go from here?” His eyes glint in a way I can’t read.

Is it amusement? Pride? Is it possible that he’s on to me—sees right through my charade?

“You gotta have a goal, Daire. You can’t hit a target you can’t see.”

“The door.” I tip my head toward the large wooden doors with elaborate carvings as though I just now thought of it. As though I haven’t spent every waking moment imagining my palms pressed hard against them, pushing toward freedom.

I slide a slow foot before me, careful to keep my weight evenly distributed. No use injuring myself further just to prove a point. Aware of Axel shadowing me, his moves perfectly mirroring mine. Until the next step when my gait falters, my legs quiver in protest, and he slips a steady arm around me and props me hard against his chest.

“You’ll get there, Daire. Not to worry,” he says, as I sigh in defeat, allowing my body to sag in surrender as he lowers me back to my sickbed and tucks the blankets around me. “It’s just going to take a little longer than you’d like, that’s all.”

I give an obedient nod and slide my lids shut. Appearing to be lulled back to sleep by his whispered promise of soon, very soon …

Until the door closes behind him and I leap from my bed.

 

Copyright © 2013 by Alyson Noël, LLC.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted February 10, 2013

    Hi

    I loved the last book so i think this'll be good too.

    6 out of 7 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted November 5, 2013

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    They just keep getting BETTER!

    Daire has learned to accept, if not embrace her ability to move between the realms of the living and the dead, but Cade is still a threat, looming large and gaining strength. It is imperative that Dace’s connection to Cade be broken, but how? Daire has only been awakened to her powers as the last seeker for a short time, and her human mind has trouble wrapping itself around the impact of whatever action she takes. Mystic picks up where Echo left off, with Daire recovering from her wounds in the Upper world, a place shrouded in mystery. Her one concern is that her actions saved Dace’s life, but did she? When she cannot get the answers she needs, even after returning to the middle world and Enchanted, New Mexico, no one is talking, no one seems able to tell her about Dace. Is he gone or has something far worse happened to him? Dace is soulless now, but his innate goodness and his love for Daire may keep him from succumbing to the evil machinations of his brother.

    When a religious zealot becomes determined to rid the world of evil, Dace is his perfect target and a public display of his death seems eminent. Meanwhile, Cade has his own ideas of how to get Daire’s soul. Will this be the end for both Daire and Dace?

    Once again, relying on more action, changing POVs and the power of myths and magic, Alyson Noel keeps the action non-stop through the twisted passages of Mystic. Adding even another layer of interest, a third voice speaks from their unique perspective as once again, these teens must face loss, love and danger few of us could even imagine. Ms. Noel has allowed her characters to mature and grow into their situation as help comes from some surprising corners and Daire in particular grows into her role on destiny’s stage.

    The build up is palpable, as the end prepares us for the final book in this series, Horizon. am I anxious for it? Yep. Am I almost afraid to read it, because it will mean the end of a series I have grown fond of? Yep. Will it stop me, even though I KNOW Mystic will be a hard act to follow? Nope!

    I received a review copy of Mystic as part of the Horizon/Soul Seeker Review Tour stopping at Tome Tender November 8, 2013, in exchange for my honest review.

    3 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 31, 2013

    This series was really good. Will there be anymore or this one d

    This series was really good. Will there be anymore or this one done. From Mystic it seems the series is over, but one never knows if the author will do a spin off on one of the other subjects in the series.

    2 out of 3 people found this review helpful.

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  • Posted May 31, 2013

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    Another great read!

    I really enjoy all of Alyson Noel books, am never disappointed.

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 10, 2013

    Anonomus

    I reallyvliked the last two books, but this one was better

    2 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 17, 2013

    Shagpelts bio

    Name: Shagpelt
    Rank: warrior
    Age: 11 moons
    Family: mother (Dew, died from tresspassing into a clans territory) father (Patch, also died when rescuing clan kit from monster; saved the kit but monster hit him.) No mate kits or siblings.
    Story: Whole family used to be rouges. After parents death he joined a clan who apprenticed him. The clan betrayed him when he became a warrior so he moved here.
    Appearance: dirty white tom with brown legs and grey patches. Dark blue eyes.

    1 out of 2 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 17, 2013

    Needlestorm's Bio

    Name//Needlestorm, but you knew that, right?<p>Age//21 moons.<p>Gender// &male <p>Looks// A brown and black tabby pelt, with small dark brown patches and larger black ones. He has a longish tail, short claws, and eyes the color of evergreens. He also has a scar over his right eye.<p>Personality//Friendly, optimistic, understanding, very loyal to his clan.<p>Mate/Kits//None.<p>Crush//Not saying...<p>Theme song//The Phoenix by Falloutboy.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 17, 2013

    Moonstar's bio

    She is a silver white she cat with violet eyes and a black tipped tail. She is kind caring protective and fierce No crush or mate looking though kits would like some anything else just ask.

    1 out of 1 people found this review helpful.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted July 10, 2013

    MUST READ!!!!!:)

    Mystic was amazing! I loved it and it kept you wanting more!!!! Dace and Daire's relationship is so romantic and it seems impossible for them to ever be apart!!!! I CAN NOT WAIT FOR HORIZON (the next and final book) TO COME OUT IN NOVEMBER!!!!!!! :)

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 12, 2013

    Love this book

    This book helped me get through my breakup because it siad their is such a thung as soul mates

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 8, 2013

    MUST READ

    Anyone who is a fan of the Real Housewives must read this book. After being cheated on and left by my douche of an ex this book made me feel so much better. Laughed the whole way through this book, definitely did not disappoint. Recommending this book to every Housewives fan and recently singled female!

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  • Anonymous

    Posted June 2, 2013

    Horizon is going to come out!

    Last soul seekers novel horizon in nov.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 14, 2013

    I loved this book! Can't wait tell the next one comes out..

    I loved this book! Can't wait tell the next one comes out..

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 9, 2013

    Fhcn

    This was a very good one betterthen the last two.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted May 7, 2013

    Smile123

    Really good book

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  • Anonymous

    Posted January 21, 2014

    Ummmm

    This was the2nd book in its series and its even better then i thought i would be. (The 1st on a scale from 1to 10 broke the scale by a long shot) so thats alot to say. So what do yuu think.... You read the book?

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 22, 2013

    Ravenwings bio

    All back she cat with wings and red eyes

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 17, 2013

    Starpelts bio

    NAME: Star pelt APPEARANCE: sandy cream color tom with white paws. MATE: Moonstar RANK: hunter KITS: none yet

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 17, 2013

    Caramelflowers bio

    My name is caramelflower im a creamy cat with white spoltches all over my body. I have green eyes. I am 18 moons. I am the medicine cat. I am very close and kind to the clan and starclan.

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  • Anonymous

    Posted November 17, 2013

    Brokenpaw's bio

    Name: Brokenpaw. <br> Gender: female. <br> Age: 7 moons. <br> Rank: apprentice. <br> Description: grey-blue eyes. A black pelt with silver patches and white paws. <br> Crush: ... <br> Ma<_>te: no... <br> Kits: no. <br> History: Born in Phoenixclan as Silverkit with her two sisters, Patchkit (she cat with white fur and silver patches. Green eyes) and Fiercekit (black she kit with a white muzzle). They played too roughly at the rock pile and she fell from the top. Her tail and back paw became bent. Even though Softnose (their med cat) had healed them and they became only slightly crooked, she still had to grow up with the name Brokenkit. <br> Themesong: Angel With A Sh<_>otg<_>un Night<_>core. <br> Signature: |3|20|<€|\| <p> If I forgot anything just ask about it.

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