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    Night of the Blue Moon
    Night of the Blue Moon
    Night of the Blue Moon
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    Night of the Blue Moon

    By Miriam Newman

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    This Night of the Blue Moon is to be magical. Carissa has fulfilled her most important duty ever to the coven and looks forward to the ceremony to take place as All Hallow's Eve waxes into Samhain.

    But events go horribly wrong.

    Screams, agony, terror, and death are everywhere. What has been loosed upon the world? What price will Carissa pay for being a participant?

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherJohn R. Vickery
    Release dateOct 7, 2018
    ISBN9781386147350
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      Night of the Blue Moon - Miriam Newman

      Chapter One

      Carissa held the flaming torch in front of her as she crept forward, ever deeper into the narrow tunnel. The men who led her to the entrance refused to accompany her inside. It took a large portion of the money Lady Sophia gave her to convince them just to bring her here. But no matter the offer of compensation, they would not come inside with her.

      Now she knew why.

      Cold currents of air wafted over her, causing goose bumps to tingle along her arms. She shivered as the constant sound of dripping water played across her tightly stretched nerves. Wet spots spread over her shirt and pants as she walked beneath the trickles of water. Worst of all, the smell of rot, dampness, and mold reminded her of things long dead and best left buried. Oh, how she wished this had not been her ancestral duty. Raised to be of service and fulfill the assignments of her coven, Carissa had given up most things a young woman craves. She had never attended a prom or been on a date, never joined friends for a picnic or a sports game, and never felt the caress of a lover's hand in the dark of

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