By Cate Tiernan
The Balefire coven has attempted and did not reflect the unique ceremony that bestowed immortality upon them centuries in the past. a few have been hoping to ultimately die, others to find new reaches of strength. Twins Clio and Thais weren't yes what to anticipate, yet now they're compelled to confront a hidden enemy who nonetheless wishes them lifeless. furthermore, they're dealing with the affection they either suppose for a similar individual, who has eventually made his selection. Readers who wolfed the 1st 3 books during this thrill-ride sequence may be death to work out what occurs subsequent, and they'll be rewarded with a surprising flip of occasions that not anyone will expect!
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