Rowan Wood Legends, Olivia Wildenstein

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Some legends are better left untold.

I wasn’t the sort of girl who believed in fairy tales, let alone tales about faeries. But that changed the day Faeries came to my small town and Hunters rose from their graves.

On that fateful day, I received a book, a peculiar collection of myths and legends. Turns out it was so much more than stories. And just as I was on the verge of unlocking its secrets, it was stolen from me by someone I called a friend.

Now, I don’t know whom I can turn to, whom I can trust. All I know is that there are two sides, and I am straddling the great divide because I am both Faerie and Hunter. And although I swore I would never choose, I am slowly falling for one of those sides…

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Rose Petal Graves, Olivia Wildenstein

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Founded two centuries ago by a powerful tribe of Gottwa Indians, Rowan was a quiet town, so quiet that I fled after graduation.

Staying away was the plan, but Mom died suddenly.

Dad said she suffered a stroke after he dug up one of the ancient graves in our backyard, which happens to be the town cemetery.

Creepy, I know.

Creepier still, there was no corpse inside the old coffin, only fresh rose petals.

As we made preparations for Mom’s burial, new people began arriving in Rowan, unnervingly handsome and odd people. I begged them to leave, but they stayed, because their enemies- my ancestors -were beginning to awaken.

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