Raven by Stacey
The Legends Saga
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love, destined nevermore,
For death could not claim, the
Cursed by the malevolent spirit
of the Headless Horseman, Ireland Crane ventures to Manhattan in search of a
way to break her soul crushing bond. Instead, she discovers the lines between
fact and fiction are blurring once more. Croaking ravens. Telltale hearts.
Could the works of Poe be coming to pass with handsome Wall Street Midas Ridley
Peolte as their unwilling target?
She walks the Earth, a plague on
searching for he, her rotted heart
Together, the two unknowingly
release a dark force death itself could not tame. Surrounded by the unrelenting
violence and mayhem they’ve unleashed, Ireland feels her control over the
Horseman slipping. Before the beast within consumes her, she and her crew must
follow the clues of the dead to right a centuries’ old wrong. Will it be enough
to sate the Horseman’s appetite?
Hell hath no fury like a ghoul
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The Horseman is unending,
his presence shan’t lessen.
If you break the curse,
you become the legend.
Washington Irving and Rip Van Winkle had no choice but to cover up the deadly
truth behind Ichabod Crane’s disappearance. Centuries later, a Crane returns to
Sleepy Hollow awakening macabre secrets once believed to be buried deep.
What if the monster that spawned the legend lived within you?
Now, Ireland Crane, reeling from a break-up and seeking a fresh start, must
rely on the newly awakened Rip Van Winkle to discover the key to channeling the
darkness swirling within her. Bodies are piling high and Ireland is the only
one that can save Sleepy Hollow by embracing her own damning curse.
But is anyone truly safe when the Horseman rides?
ABOUT THE AUTHOR
There is nothing
worse than being put on the spot and asked to talk about yourself. For me it
brings back that inevitable moment in a new school when the teacher would ask
me to stand up, introduce myself and tell the class something about myself. I
was always worried I would blurt out something stupid that I would get teased
for. Something like, “My name’s Stacey and I like pickles!” Then for the rest
of the school year I’d be known as the Pickle Girl and let’s be honest, no one
wants that. So to avoid such a faux pas I will simply say that I love to write.
It allows me to get my crazy out just enough that I can function as a normal
member of society.
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