Raven by Stacey Rourke
The Legends Saga #2
An
infamous love, destined nevermore,
For death
could not claim, the enchanting Lenore.
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 mankind, searching
for he, her rotted heart doth pine.
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 hercontrol
over the Horseman slipping. Before the beast within consumes her,
she and
hercrew must
follow the clues of the dead to right a centuries’ old wrong. Will
it be enoughto sate
the Horseman’s appetite?
Hell hath no fury like a ghoul scorned.
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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 askme 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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