When writers die they become books, which is, after all, not too bad an incarnation.
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Unleash your imagination with the captivating new cover design for the best-selling fantasy sensation, “Bound to the Gamma – Battle Lines!”
Step into a world where ancient legends collide with modern-day mysteries as the alluring new cover art brings the untamed spirit of the werewolf realm to life. Immerse yourself in the mystical allure of moonlit forests, where the line between human and beast fades into a whirlwind of enchantment and danger. With its breathtaking new design, this visually stunning masterpiece paints a symphony of moonlit landscapes, revamped characters, and the mesmerizing glow of the sea, ensuring a memorable journey that will ignite your imagination and leave you spellbound.
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BOUND TO THE GAMMA
She stood in the driveway, watching the ambulance pull out. She bit her tongue to force back the tears. Tatiana felt more alone than she had ever felt in her life. The dam finally broke, and tears streamed down her face. She dropped to her knees and sobbed. Her father looked so weak and so human. She looked back at the house but could not get herself to enter. She could smell the sickness inside. Blinded by tears, she made a run for the forest. She shed her clothes inside the trees’ safety and shifted before crashing deeper. The surrounding forest was a blur. What if her father never came back? Where would she go? She would have no one. What had she done to the Moon Goddess to be forsaken like this? Her fear switched to anger, and she pushed forward faster and faster. Her muscles burned, but she kept running. She did not know how far she had gone or in what direction, but her fur stood on her neck as her wolf finally entered a clearing. On the other side of the clearing stood a sizeable sandy-colored wolf with amber eyes fixed on her. His ears perked up, and his head cocked to the side. They stared at each other for a moment. She had never been this close to another wolf before. He was beautiful. Tia could not take her eyes off him. Tatiana wobbled slightly on her heavy legs and realized she had better move to the cover of the trees. As she turned and took only two steps, she heard an earth-shattering snap, and pain rolled up her left leg. She collapsed and looked down at her leg. It was caught in a trap. Her white fur turned red as blood seeped from the wound. Forgetting about the other wolf, she let out a tortured howl. Stabbing at the trap with her free paw, she whimpered and whined in agony. Her head rolled back as the pain threatened to render her unconscious. It was then that she noticed the wolf again. He had moved across the clearing and was now standing above her; this time, he was not alone.
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-RAY BRADBURY
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-STEPHEN KING