PROLOGUE
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The cool stone sent shivers through Khaya’s hands and feet, but she resisted the urge to stand—it was easier when she didn’t, so that she wouldn’t fall as the vision ended. The familiar thrumming had started in her body, the feeling of power rising up in her veins. Each power felt different, she noticed briefly. The Ravener’s blood-lust was like fire tearing through her whole body. It was reckless, undeterred by pain or emotion. It was raw like a rage that made her blind. The healing came soft and warm, like the feeling of laying in the grass as the sun rose over the mountains. It left her like the softness of lips leaving after they’d kissed her skin. When she Bonded to the earth, it felt like a oneness to the meadow, the mountain, the sun. The memories came like a coming of fog, drifting across the ground. They were hard to grasp at first, and always made her feel like someone she was not, but when they finally rested in her mind she never forgot them.
Then, there were the visions: those were different. They came from deep inside of her, starting as a soft vibration that grew...
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