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Samhain. All Hallows' Eve. The most mystical night of the year. The time when the veil between the worlds became perilously thin. And with a full moon overhead, this awesome power reaches its climactic height.
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Sorcha's world had changed in an instant. Her jealous rival had used the power of Samhain and a full moon to rend the fabric of time and exile Sorcha to a place of heartache and despair. Sorcha knew she had to do whatever it took to return to where she belonged.
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Sorcha's life had become tangled beyond all repair. Jealousy, love, and anger had shredded the thin fabric of time, and when Samhain and a full moon combined their powers together, few could stand up against that force.
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