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Blood Ties Bundle: Blood Ties Book One: The Turning\Blood Ties Book Two: Possession\Blood Ties Book Three: Ashes to Ashes\Blood Ties Book Four: All Souls' Night

This bundle includes four interconnected novels that explore the intricate connections between family members and the mysterious forces that bind them. The series begins with 'The Turning,' where a family's dark secrets are revealed, followed by 'Possession,' which delves into the supernatural occurrences that challenge the family's unity. 'Ashes to Ashes' continues the narrative, with the family facing further trials, and 'All Souls' Night' brings the story to a climactic conclusion, unraveling the ultimate fate of the family and their legacy. more

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Jennifer Armintrout
Jennifer Armintrout

Jennifer Armintrout, born on July 15, 1980, is a talented author whose works span various genres and have gained widespread popularity among readers. more

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“Deep in the meadow, hidden far away, A cloak of leaves, a moonbeam ray, Forget your woes and let your troubles lay, And when again it's morning, they'll wash away. Here it's safe, here it's warm, Here the daisies guard you from every harm, Here your dreams are sweet and tomorrow brings them true, Here is the place where I love you.”

“If you don't go after what you want, you'll never have it. If you don't ask, the answer is always no. If you don't step forward, you're always in the same place.”

“[Raymond Roussel] said that after his first book he expected that the next morning there would be a kind of aura around his person and that everyone in the street would be able to see that he had written a book. This is the obscure desire harboured by everyone who writes. It is true that the first text one writes is neither written for others, nor because one is what one is: one writes to become other than what one is. One tries to modify one's way of being through the act of writing.”

“What a mystery blood was -- how did a tiny gesture, a tome of voice, endure through generations like the harder verities of flesh? He had seen it again and again, watching his nieces and nephews grow, and accepted without thought the ehoes of parent and grandparent that appeared for brief moments. the shadow of a face looking back through the years -- that vanished again into the face that was now.”