3 BOOKS. The Lunas of vengeance
The light grew brighter, almost blinding, before taking the form of a familiar woman.
Her presence radiated power and serenity. Her long, flowing hair shimmered like moonlight, and her piercing eyes seemed to see through my very soul.
“The Moon Goddess,” I breathed, my voice trembling.
She nodded, her expression soft but unreadable. “Yes, child. It is I.”
My heart—or whatever was left of it—stammered. “Am I… Am I dead? again”
Her smile faltered slightly, and she stepped closer. “No, Tamara. luckily for you, It is not your time yet.”