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Bree by Melissa Diaz

Bree is an on the edge of your seat thrill ride about a teenage girl who discovers she has magical & telepathic abilities not of this world.

Excerpt

Everything was shrouded in darkness as a ghostly pale woman ran heedlessly down the steep hill. Twigs snapped beneath her bare, icy feet digging their way into her tender, pink flesh. The sudden, warm gushing of blood replaced the numbing cold.
Whorzhog, hellish, dog-like beasts barked their deadly intent close behind, teeth bared through their harsh breath.
She didn’t have time to brush back the limbs that repeatedly slapped her in the face. Her lips were swollen & bruised. She could taste the blood, metallic on her tongue. Blinded by tears, she stumbled forward and smacked her face hard, on a stone jutting from the earth. The world spun violently. She fought the urge to collapse. “Someone help me!” She screamed as she scrambled to her feet. She checked the bundle beneath her arm for damages & continued to run. She could feel fatigue overtaking her worn and battered body.
A few more agonizing minutes passed..she burst into a clearing. A deep, sparkling creek lay a few yards before her glinting in the moonlight. “How am I going to get across?” She thought briefly. She then took a deep breath and dropped to her knees and began to drone in an ancient tongue. A soft, silvery glow formed around her frame illuminating her and her surroundings. Her long, black hair whipped madly about her face as a towering, old tree began to moan and bow gracefully across the creek, the tiptops of its branches touching the frosted soil on the other side.
The woman climbed quickly onto its massive trunk and inched her way across. Once on solid ground, she turned and ran her delicate fingers over its rough bark. “Thank you, old one.” She thought as she sent the message to its very roots.

Copyright 2008 Melissa Diaz. All rights reserved. No part of this publication may be reproduced, stored in a retrieval system, or transmitted in any form or by any means, electronic, mechanical, recording or otherwise, without the prior written permission of the author.

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  1. Reaper | January 27, 2009 at 11:16 pm | Permalink

    This book Rox! Loved it! I’m 13 & was totally easy to follow. ****

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