By C. E. Murphy
For over a yr, Joanne has been struggling with the Master—the world's so much abiding evil. She's sacrificed kin, friendships, even watched strength futures fade away…and now the grasp is bringing the ultimate conflict to Joanne's loved Seattle.
Lives can be misplaced because the repercussions of all Joanne's progress come to her doorstep. ahead of the tip, she'll mourn, rejoice—and hand over every thing for the desire of the world's survival. She'll be a warrior and a healer. simply because she is ultimately a Shaman emerging.
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