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She was getting bored. She went into the study to search for a new fantasy book. Alberto, her brother, added a new collection after fifteen days. He knew his sister loved to read fantasy books instead of love stories. She was running her fingers over the queue of the book's titles. "Twilight, Dead Beautiful, The Kiss of Deception, Relentless." She whispered the names of the titles, "City Of Bones," She pulled it out from the queue. She hadn't read it.

They stood off to the side, and Caitlin watched as the two vampires in the middle sparred. Caitlin couldn’t believe it. It was Taylor and Tyler. The twins. After all these centuries, here they were, still sparring with each other. As she watched, Tyler came in for a lunge, but Taylor used her wings and flew right over his head; as she did, she cracked him hard in the back with her bamboo sword. There was a roar among the crowd. “No fair!” Tyler yelled to Aiden, who watched patiently. “She used her wings!”

“Its namesake, of course, is Saint Michael, the holder of the scales on Judgment Day. Legend has it that Saint Michael is the guardian of sleep for the faithful dead. One could hardly find a more appropriate place for us.” Polly led them to the back of the church, through a rear door, and it opened up onto a large, medieval courtyard. Columns stretched in every direction. It was solemn, and very peaceful, except for the two vampires sparring in the center, fighting with wooden swords, the click-clack of their swords echoing off the walls. Caitlin stared at them, and couldn’t believe it: Tyler and Taylor. The twins. They looked exactly as they had on Pollepel, identical brother and sister, st

Tara instinctively tried to dodge, but it was too late. A faintly sweet scent filled the air, and she inhaled several breaths before realizing. Wesley blocked the door, leaving her no choice but to retreat further into the room. Her voice was sharp with alarm. “What are you trying to do?” Wesley smirked, his laugh sinister. “What do you think?” With that, he sprayed her again several more times. Tara’s body started to feel hot, her heart racing. Her legs grew weak, and the flashing disco lights made her dizzy.

She asked, equally amused. "As I'd ever be" he replied He was actually serious. Who hasn't heard of twilight? Where was this dude From? She laughed out loud "Making fun of me?" He asked "I'm not. I'm sorry. But everybody has heard, read or watched twilight" "Well, I haven't. Never heard of it or watched it or read it either" he said back "You should. It's the best selling novel or movie of all time" she said He shrugged. "I bet I'd be unimpressed' he said

Don said. "The gap is also the argument of the three books together," Caroline said. "The Inside Account began in the seventh year, seven years into the arrangement but seventeen years of the journal. The Ground Keeps began in the thirteenth year. The Emergent World began in the seventeenth. Each book required more of the arrangement to be built before it could be written. The books could only be written in the order they were written because each book required what the previous books and the arrangement had built." Don was quiet for a long time. The fire in the sitting room fireplace was low—April did not require a large fire—but the light from it caught his face, and Caroline could see tha

Jeanne questioned Moreau, "Sebastian, His name is Sebastian Hunters Moreau, my first son" Moreau announced in a very loud voice as cheers filled the air. "For he shall be great and venerable, he will command Respect because he is my son," he added. People began shouting in joy as they all feasted, no one slept that night, as they all rejoiced at the birth of another Twilight vampire. .. .. .. YEAR 1315 AD "Move over…" Delphine screamed, as she landed on the floor, bloodied and out of breath.

It was an image of Scarlet’s face. Caitlin felt her stomach roll with anguish. How had her daughter’s face come to be on this ancient text in a lost vampire library? Once again, she thought of destiny. It was as though everything had already been decided. No, it was more than that. If felt as though everything that was happening now had already happened before, as if they were living in a constant loop with history swirling round and round, repeating ad infinitum. The life she was living was just one cycle, one in which the outcome had been predicted before, but was not set in stone. She could change the premonitions and prophecies. Whatever was supposed to happen, she still had control over

Moving her wireless mouse lazily, she began to peruse her email when an important sender’s name showed. She clicked on it, opening the message. And there it was, an email from Wordsmith Literature. [From Wordsmith Literature: Hi Aurora Salcedo, First and foremost, congratulations on the success of Spell of the Lonely Dream. As what was discussed, Sorcerer of the Endless Worlds would have its second book. Sorcerer of the Endless Worlds: Spell of Desire, the second part of the trilogy, would be published on December 25th. Please email me if you have any questions or concerns.

It is taking a toll on me mentally and physically, and everything is just too much. I know this is not what you bargained for, but I promise to make it up to you soon. I have three more stories upcoming, and they are bloodier than all the things you have ever seen. One of them includes Book 3 of Twin Tormentors. So if you have not read it yet, make sure you give it a go while waiting for book three that will be published by 1st April. Now this I promise you, those three books are going to be amazing, totally worth all the wait and trouble.