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Posted December 15, 2013
(The story will continue at 'ronike' after this) <p> Mike's Pov <br> I stared at her, of all the things she could have said, this was not one that I expected. <br> "Is that a foorball team?" I desperatley rifled my empty cage of a mind for any mention of the Sherwood Theives. <br> "Football?" Confusion flickered across her face, "no, we're a band of, well, theives, and the sort." <br> I raised an eyebrow. <br> She studied my quickly, "how could you have not heard of us? We're one of the most well-known organizations in all of Grimm." <br> "Grimm?" I was perplexed, a near empty mind did not help the matter. <br> "Yes, Grimm," she sounded exsasperated, "Look, I know you lost your memory, but seriously, you know practically nothing." <br> "Gee, thanks," I murmered, "way to remind me." <br> Rolling her eyes, Robin swiftly whirled to face the door and took a step away. She must have tought better of it because she stopped abrubtly. <br> "Tomorrow morning," she called over her shoulder and began to move towards the door again, "training, be ready when Jack comes to get you." <br> I opened my mouth, perhaps to protest or ask who Jack was, but she was already gone. <br> Grimacing, I attepted to flip myself over, but pain shot through me like a bullet. It was by sheer will that I kept myself from screaming. Blinking away the gathering tears, I sighed and fixed my attention on the ceiling. I was in no condition for the "training" Robin had mentioned, I wasn't even fit for sitting up. <br> Somehow, my toughts drifted away and I felt my eyes closing. Then, darkness. <p> Some say that dreams can predict your future; others claim that they are utterly useless. I'm not quite sur where I standm <br> My dream started out simple enough: I was walking through a snow-covered forest. With me, I had no coat, yet the old didn't seem to affect me. <br> A voice called out, hidden among the trees, "Mike!" <br> I ceased my walking and listened intently. Again, I heard it: a call that rang clearly through the trees, "Mike!" <br> The name sounded familiar, though I couldn't seem to place its exact orgin. <br> "Mike!" The same voice, same name, only fainter this time. <br> Hesitently, I took a step forward. <br> "Yes, come here," the voice pulled me closer and I picked up speed with confidence. I cut through the trees like they were made of butter and soon I could see a clearing before me. Then, just as I passed through the fina wave of trees the dream shattered and another took hold. <br> Before mr stood a spindle. Made of wood, it looked so old that one touch would cause its demise. <br> Behind me came a voice, though different then the previous one, "Bravery. Power. Loyalty," I whirled around, but found no one. The voice spoke again, "when the time is ripe, choose carefully, there is no going back. And with that, the dream faded all together... <p> Grimm will continue at 'ronike'. Keep a lookout! -Frozen_OverWas this review helpful? Yes NoThank you for your feedback. Report this reviewThank you, this review has been flagged.
Posted December 15, 2013
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Fast paced, great characters, entertaining read, especially if you know law firms, lawyers, wine and/or Nashville. Just as good as the previous three books in the Rollins series