His black brows wrinkled. "How so?"
"I've let Raphael slip through my fingers."
Father let out a maniacal laugh, his claw-like fingers going to his hips. "If I know you as well as I think I do, Zakara, he will not stay out of your range for long."
She turned to stare at the setting sun, watching the last rim of the orb disappear below the horizon. "You can count on that, Father."
THE END
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ABOUT THE AUTHOR
I’ve been an avid fan of history all my life. That love started in my childhood. Instead of reading us fairy tales, my father would read to us from history books that he had, on all different subjects and levels. Intrigued by the past, I hungered to read more…
As I child, I would re-write the endings of all my books if I didn’t like the way they ended. My mother thought it was cute but she had no idea then what would happen today. It was only natural that later I would go onto writing.
I earned an engineering degree before I started writing, focusing all of my time and energy on it. After a while an opportunity to change careers came into play and I took it. My passion for writing came to the forefront.
With the love and support of my husband I am able to live the dream of being a writer. He is my inspiration for romance and what true love really is.
We live in a quite little neighborhood about two minutes from where I grew up. Our house is filled with 5 tails and sets of paws. Thomas, Pavel and Victor our beloved felines as well as Izzy and Toby (our slightly insane dachshund/border collies mixed dogs). Weird names you ask? My husband is a hockey fanatic and decided to name all the pets with the names of current hockey players.
My dream in life has always been to mold ideas and bring stories to life that are near and dear to everyone’s heart. I am very fortunate to be living my dream now. Continuing to hone my craft with each new book, I hope I am able to touch upon my readers and inspire them.
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