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    Lake Ephemeral Part 1: Lake Ephemeral, #1
    Lake Ephemeral Part 1: Lake Ephemeral, #1
    Lake Ephemeral Part 1: Lake Ephemeral, #1
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    Lake Ephemeral Part 1: Lake Ephemeral, #1

    By Anya Allyn

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    (Part 1)  A sci fi thriller for ages 14+

    Six children without memories of their early years can never leave the valley that gave them life.

    Seven manors surround Lake Ephemeral and their residents are hiding terrifying secrets. 

    Seraphin Ferón was first brought to the valley as an eleven-year-old orphan.

    But Seraphin soon discovers that the vast estate is plagued by an exotic, massive species of carnivorous plant—named the Coffin Flower, capable of consuming humans. 


    No one can answer Seraphin the riddle of why the residents stay at Lake Ephemeral year after year or why no one ever leaves. 

    The full novel of Lake Ephemeral will be released in March 2015.

     

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherAnya Allyn
    Release dateMar 8, 2015
    ISBN9781507037546
    Lake Ephemeral Part 1: Lake Ephemeral, #1
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    Anya Allyn

    Book III coming in mid-2013. Updates on the Dollhouse books at: http://dollhousetrilogy.com I greatly value your reviews and feedback, Anya info@dollhousetrilogy.com  

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      Lake Ephemeral Part 1 - Anya Allyn

      LAKE EPHEMERAL PART 1

      The Beginning: Coming to Lake Ephemeral

      1.

      SEVEN MANORS ON OVERGROWN estates stood watch around Lake Ephemeral. A leaning iron fence kept them in and away from any adventurous onlookers. Foliage grew monstrously tall and fantastical. Reeds and bulrushes rose like battalions around the lake’s edge, cloaked with purple capes of morning glory.

      Half of the year, the lake was a bowl-shaped parkland, with stone statues of two children in its centre. But from April to September, rainfall drowned the park and turned it into a lake—and then the statues would disappear from view beneath the water. The lake was ephemeral, fed by yearly rains and a small underground river.

      I came to this valley as an eleven-year-old orphan—returned to the place from which I’d been born. A place of which I had no memory. To meet a mother I’d never known I had.

      At first, the valley seemed a wild place of wonder and liberty. The five children who lived here were free to do as they pleased. Children with intense eyes and wild hearts, including the boy with the wildest heart of all—Kite.

      I no longer felt quite so alone, because I was like them. Because here, I could be free.

      But Lake Ephemeral was not a paradise.

      Carnivorous flowers grew here that were larger than a man—the people called them the coffin flower. It puzzled me that anyone would want to live in a place where such a plant had taken hold. Worse, I was soon to find that these people cultivated the coffin flowers.

      Year after year, they chose to live in this deadly paradise.

      And none of them ever, ever stepped past that iron fence.

      2.

      ONE MORNING, WHEN THE sun had not yet broken the long still of night, a phone call echoed through the wooden corridors of the Newberry children’s home.

      Mrs Dunn came to my room with news, her eyes different somehow.

      Sera, to the best of my knowledge, she told me, that was your mother on the phone. Her shoulders sagged a little as she released the words to the air, as though a long-held weight had been lifted.

      I don’t have a mother, I reminded Mrs Dunn.

      At age twelve and two months, I’d never known a mother. I’d been at the children’s home since I was five, and before then—I had no memory of anything. The early years of me were a void, a greyish fog without signposts. I’d been told my parents were dead. They’d died sometime in those fog-years when I was little.

      This was how Mrs Dunn always told it:

      Oh, what a night! During the worst of a storm, a bedraggled young woman dashed from a taxi with a tiny five-year-old child, running through the rain to the steps of Newberry.  She begged us to keep the child safe, stating that both their lives were in mortal danger. Quite cloak-and-dagger. I didn’t know what to make of it. She said the child’s mother had died and that she unfortunately couldn’t care for the child. She refused to give the staff any information—just the child’s age and name. She told us the child’s name was Sera Finn. She fled without another word. And that’s how our Sera first came to us.

      Strangely, I’d had no recollection of my life before the ride in the taxi and no memories of either the woman or my mother.

      Mrs Dunn smoothed her morning-hair—most of it sticking to one side of her head. I rarely saw her like this as she always took such great care with her appearance. Well—she softened her voice—it appears that you indeed do have a mother. We had no choice but to believe the woman who brought you here all those years ago, but we’ve had some new information. It appears that woman stole you away. Your mother is very much alive and has been looking for you.

      I stared unblinkingly at her. "How

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