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by Kel Carpenter (Author)
If there is one truth that I hold to in my life, it is that when it rains, it pours.
Perhaps that is why I built myself not for the everyday storms most experience.
But for the hurricanes I have had to learn to withstand.
I know what it is like to feel your heart crack in half like a tree that snaps under too much pressure.
I know the bone-deep, all-consuming, numbness that sets in when the wind and the cold and the water become too much.
I know the desperation that claws under the surface as you try to wait through the night, and hope that come the dawn, the storm has passed.
But perhaps, most importantly, I know how to survive.
Or really, I am too spiteful to die.
Either way, my world is falling apart around me. Death and destruction are knocking on my door. And a storm is coming. One unlike anything we have ever encountered before.
This time it is not Anastasia I will face on the battlefield, but the one who calls to me. The one I cannot face.
This is one storm I don't know if I will survive . . . or if the price of living is too high.
