In a parallel world destroyed by the abuse of magic, one woman fights all odds to survive and find the answers behind her mysterious past.
Despite the challenges - crazed magicians, guitar-playing assassins, mutated beasts - she pushes on with a single-mindedness that may destroy all she holds dear.
My best selling series. Expect to have an audio version done in the next year.
Malja had followed the killer for hours. She hid amongst the shadows of the forest pines and birches, careful not to alert him with any sound. Though he acted as if out for a stroll, all her instincts told her a confrontation neared.
He stepped into an open clearing. The broken macadam of a four-lane highway long dead cut through only to disappear in an overgrowth of weeds and vines. Insects meandered in the tall grass. A rusting signpost — NO FLYER LANDING — held a lonely vigil in the center.
The killer stopped near the sign and raised his face to the clouds. The hot Krysstaprime season neared its end, but the sun still cooked the ground.
“Don’t you think it’s ‘bout time we talk?” he said. His dark skin obscured the brown eyes underneath his little round hat. He wore a strange suit — all black, trim cut, black shirt, gold buttons — and carried a beaten guitar on his back. Unusual clothes but not unheard of, not like Malja’s long coat and black assault suit. “Or do you plan on following me forever?”
Malja cursed and stepped away from the trees. She stopped at the clearing’s edge, reached behind, and pulled Viper from its custom-made sheath. The large sickle-shaped weapon with both its inner- and outer-crescents sharpened was unique amongst the world’s fine straight edges.
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Italian
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Translation in progress.
Translated by Carolina Gorini
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Spanish
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Already translated.
Translated by Jeannie Hernández
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