“Now it was hers to take back in the delivery ship she affectionately named the Amaranth, to a place far away from where she grew up. A place called San Francisco.” - The Amaranth Chronicles: Deviant Rising
Read MoreLike many, many chapters in The Amaranth Chronicles: Deviant Rising, Chapter 12: There were four lights, is one I think both Chris and I have seen clearly in our
Read More…How very bad it would be for those in power if everyone knew they were just as capable of changing the world…
Read MoreOur teacher, no, our leader was dead and none of us, Will’s kids, knew what to do or how to take it…
Read MoreI can now spot this in people earlier. I can spot the illumination further away, and it is only because others are so dimly lit
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