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RAVEN SAGA BOX SET

RAVEN

“I want to start by saying how epic this book was! I"m a teenager (I"m using my mum’s account) and I felt this is (almost, it"s definitely in the top 3) the best book I"ve read"

"Refreshingly different from the usual YA novels"

"There are so many feelings you want to get back to. With books I want that Twilight feeling back, that Harry Potter feeling-and RAVEN gives it! I"m so happy I get to look forward to a series that I love again"

"I was gripped from start to finish. This book is a must for any Twilight fans out there. Raven has everything you expect from a fantasy novel and more"

"...the perfect book for the young (younger) adult reader who enjoys the supernatural. It"s easy to read, no sex or horrible violence, so it"s very suitable for even younger readers"

Shape shifters, witches, vampires, werewolves, werecats, ghosts…. these are just some of the creatures you’ll find hiding in plain sight in a small Canadian town in British Columbia. A town that is about to welcome a girl from England. A girl whose parents have mysteriously vanished. A girl whose life is about to change beyond all imagination…

After the inexplicable disappearance of Lilly Taylor"s parents, she has no choice but to move to Canada where she unravels some frightening yet intriguing family secrets...

Her whole life had been based on a lie. Lilly had grown up in a loveless home with a father who she had barely ever seen and a mother who was... well, not very motherly.

After they mysteriously disappear without a trace, Lilly is sent to Canada where she finds a whole new way of life. A life filled with love and people who care for her. But that"s not all she discovers, Lilly also finds out that she isn"t who, or what, she thinks she is.

Lilly has a very special ability and it"s just a matter of time before her true self starts to shine. And when it does, her life will never be the same again.

DECEMBER MOON

What would you do if you found out you’re actually a descendant from a family of witches? And your best friend, who now lives on another continent, is in extreme danger from one of the world’s most evil vampires? Would you do everything in your power to keep her safe?

This is the very question December Moon must answer. But first, she must delve into her family history and find out the truth about who she really is, and where she comes from. Questions her quirky, yet dead, grandmother might be able to answer…

THE LOST SOUL

When December Moon starts hearing strange voices in her head, it becomes clear that someone is in danger. But who - and where - is he?

Best friends December and Lilly have got their work cut out for them. Not only are they desperately trying to figure out the identity of the Lost Soul, and track him down, they"ve also got to investigate why Powell River"s newest red-hot resident has got all of their men falling at her feet.

But when they learn that the Nephilim might be involved, it becomes clear that they"re ALL in extreme danger...

A great series for lovers of Maggie Stiefvater, Stephenie Meyer, JK Rowling & Jules Verne.

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Raven The Raven Saga Part I S G TURNER Published by Chill Out Press Copyright 2011 S G Turner This ebook is licensed for your personal enjoyment only. This ebook may not be re-sold or given away to other people. If you would like to share this book with another person, please purchase an additional copy for each recipient. If you’re reading this book and did not purchase it, or it was not purchased for your use only, then please purchase your own copy. Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author. The characters and events portrayed in this book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons, living or dead, is coincidental and not intended by the author. Cover Image by WILLGARD from Pixabay For more information about the author’s upcoming books, please visit: www.chilloutpress.com/sgturner ACKNOWLEDGEMENTS A huge thank you to Cristina Alcock, Jill Ibrahim, Elizabeth Martens, Emma Naylor & Eloise Walton. I don't know where I would be without your excellent suggestions, editing and proofreading skills. You're all absolute angels! Michael, thank you for believing in me, even when I doubted myself (which was more often than I care to admit). You're my rock. And lastly, thank you to all my lovely followers, fellow bloggers, writers, twitterers and facebook friends for just being there when I needed advice or a little pick me up. It's wonderful to have friends like you behind me. Mum... you may have been gone from our lives for many years, but you will never be forgotten. This book is for you. CHAPTER ONE The summer months were coming to an end when my parents disappeared. Although the day had begun like any other, it became one that I would never forget. That morning, as usual, I sat at the kitchen table listening to the noises drifting up from outside - traffic, police sirens, people laughing and shouting - while I struggled to swallow the piece of dry bread that was shoved in front of me. "Eat," commanded my mother. A small glass of milk just about helped it go down before she snatched the plastic tumbler from my hands, pulled me to my feet and shoved me out of the front door of our London flat without another word. Turning around to search her eyes, I attempted a smile in the hope that she might return it. But the door was shut in my face. A deep ache filled my stomach. I needed something that I had never experienced. I needed to know that she loved me. Leaning against the door, I heard the familiar sound of her footsteps walking into the other room. She closed the door and locked it behind her. My mother and father had locked themselves in the spare room once again, just like they had done every day for as long as I could remember. I had always assumed they worked from home. I've no idea what they did, they never told me. I never asked. I wasn't allowed to ask questions. Running down the four long flights of stairs, I pushed open the large, heavy door that led outside. The noises multiplied and hit me, as did the dull smog and the intense London humidity that seemed to accompany every hot summer. As my feet touched the edge of the pavement, I stopped for a moment to allow a few cars to pass by before rushing across the road to school. I had to be quick. She was watching, she was always watching. My mother would peer down, staring blankly at me from the fourth-floor window of the room she and my father spent their days. It was as if she was making sure I was actually going to school. Like I would dare do anything else. She never smiled. She never waved. She just stared. Sometimes it was almost as if she was looking right through me. Returning home at lunchtime, as I was forced to do every day, she was there at that window staring at me again, as if her stare would physically guarantee that I came home. She had done it every day since I'd started school, so it was normal for me. I unlocked the front door with my key and gingerly tiptoed into the kitchen, where I found her waiting for me. "Eat and get back to school," she said with a glare as I perched myself onto the old metal stool and began spooning the cold soup into my mouth. It was the same cold soup I'd eaten every day. It would have been nice to have something else, a different flavour, perhaps, but I would never have asked. Oh no. I'd experienced my mother's anger one too many times before. It's not that she had ever hit me, but I knew. I just knew that she wanted to, so I avoided making her mad at all costs. I believed that my mother's actions were the same as all other mothers. I imagined that she did what most mothers did. I didn't know any different. At least not until I met the newest girl at school, December Moon. When she had first arrived at the school, the other kids had sniggered and laughed when she had been introduced. Even I had thought it was a silly name to start with, but as soon as she spoke to me, I knew it was perfect. After her introduction to the class, the only spare seat available was next to mine. As my fellow students were in the habit of ignoring me, I was a little startled to have this pale but pretty flame-haired girl smile at me as she approached and sat down. I shyly returned the smile as she quietly took out her books and a pencil case from the orange rucksack she had carried on her back. Her clothes were multi-coloured and flowing – a long, heavy purple flowery skirt was paired with an orange and pink striped top, and brown boots. A brown headband held back her straight shoulder-length hair, and when she turned, I noticed it had a pink flower sewn onto it. Ordinarily, the colours wouldn't work together, but on December, they just seemed to fit... perfectly. When the attention was no longer on her, December turned to me and whispered "hello". She smiled again, and her whole face changed. It lit up. It didn't take long for December and me to become best friends. We were both shy and quiet and were mostly ignored by everybody else. It made sense that we should spend school time together. More than anything, though, I wanted to be friends out of school hours. My mother, however, had always made it quite clear that friends of any kind were strictly forbidden. Fortunately, she couldn't see past the school gates, so December always waited for me inside, out of my mother's view. She was my secret. December and I had spent many a break time chatting about each other's lives. She was an avid reader of all kinds of books, even magazines. In fact, reading was pretty much all she did when she was at home. I was in awe of her, and I knew then that she must know a lot more about other people's lives than I did. That was how I learned that my parent's actions were not entirely normal. Her own parents, however, could not be described as 'normal' either. "My father died when I was three," she had told me soon after we'd met. "He was a very old man, and I was very young, so I don't remember him." The edges of my mouth turned downwards as the heavy feeling of sadness took effect. "And what about your mother, December? Where is she?" "She dumped me with my father's family shortly after he died and moved back to America on her own. She was from Seattle, Washington, apparently." Her response was so matter-of-fact that I didn't quite know what to say, other than "Oh." "Basically, my Aunt Penelope – that's my father's younger sister who I live with – tells me that my mother married my father for his money but when he died, leaving her with nothing, she dumped me with her and took off." "Aunt Penelope basically makes sure I am fed, schooled and clothed. Other than that, we don't have much time for each other." She shrugged her shoulders. "But that's fine with me. She doesn't like to be seen with me, especially when her super rich friends are around. Being my mother's daughter lowers the tone of her family... I even heard her say that to Monty once. Oh, Monty's our butler, chauffeur and sometimes gardener," she shrugged again, and that's when I saw a glimmer of something in her eyes. She wasn't quite so emotionless about it all after all. Having never known anyone rich before... and with a butler too, I thought it was quite weird for her to be a student in the same school as me. "December?" "Hmm?" "Why doesn't your Aunt Penelope send you to a posh school?" "Like I said, she'd rather I didn't exist so she'd rather keep me as far from her friends as possible." "That makes sense, I guess. In which case, I'm glad! I would never have met you otherwise! So do you not know anything about your mother?" I asked, intrigued. December shook her head, "Nope. Nothing." The sound of the school bell put an end to our conversation and December didn't mention her mother or her father to me again for a very long time. Discreetly waving goodbye to her on that fateful day, I knew there was something wrong the moment I stepped foot out of the school grounds. Looking up to the window expecting to see mother, a vision in white as usual, there was no sign of her. My heart began to thud faster in my chest as I ran as fast as I could up the stairs two at a time. I grappled with the key and pushed open the front door. She was nowhere to be seen. Neither was my father. CHAPTER TWO The spare room was locked as it always was, and no matter how hard I banged my fists on that door, there was no reply. I stopped and put my ear carefully against the solid wood to check for any sounds, but there was nothing. Just silence. Trying to kick the door down, I didn't even leave a single mark. I was just a slight girl with little strength, after all. It was then that our neighbours, Dorothy and June, came rushing in. “Oh, my dear, my dear! Whatever is the matter? What is all this banging about?” yelled one of the sisters as they tried to calm me down. “It's mother,” I said, “she's... she's disappeared. She's always here. I don't know what's happening. There's no answer at the door. Something's wrong,” I sobbed. Just at that moment, the sisters' black cat wandered in behind them. It immediately began purring at my feet and rubbed itself against my legs. It had never set foot in our apartment before, and it was strange that it did so then. It jumped up so that it balanced on its hind legs and leaned against me. I momentarily forgot all about the commotion that I had caused and leaned forward to pick it up, cuddling it while it continued to purr. “That's strange,” said June, “she's usually terrified of people.” The cat was clearly not terrified of me. It was the first time I had ever stroked an animal, and I felt a strange affinity with it. It was a wonderful feeling as it rubbed its head against my neck. Looking into her deep, warm eyes, for a moment, I felt a strange sensation within me. It felt as though I was being loved. I didn't want to lose the feeling, so I sat down on the floor and stroked her soft fur, smiling. “I'm going to call the police,” one of the sisters said as the other tried to coax me off the floor. I didn't feel myself, for some reason. A strange trance-like state came over me. “Come now, dear. Come and sit on the sofa. You'll catch your death on those cold floor tiles.” I did as I was told and followed her to our uncomfortable hard red leather sofa, where we waited until the police arrived. The cat sat on my lap, and the two sisters sat on either side of me. “We know that your mother leads a strict routine, my dear, so to hear you banging on the door like that had us worried,” said June. “We've never known anything ever happen to you like this, so we thought we'd better come over straight away and find out what's going on,” added Dorothy as she gently patted my hand with her own wrinkled, yet perfectly manicured, fingers.

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