The Last Immortal : Book One of Seeds of a Fallen Empire

by Anne Spackman

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  A month before Selerael’s second birthday, Alessia began to experience flashes of premonitory visions: fires, screams, and burning asteroid rain in a scarlet evening sky. Yet she had no idea where the scene was. Nothing like anything she had seen before came close to it. And, unpleasant as they were, she couldn’t force the visions away. Then, without really knowing why, she began to prepare for Selesta’s departure from the cliffs, and transported all of the objects from the cave down to the ship.

  What was it all about? She didn’t know. But she had that disconcerting premonition that something was about to happen.

  She knew well enough by now to trust her instincts.

  Ventum seminbunt et turbinem metent. They shall sow the wind and reap the whirlwind.

  —Ovid

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