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The novel is an epic fantasy of another world that by book three becomes sci-fi. It delves into power, balance, and the war between light and darkness. Set in a world where darkness and secrets intertwine, the story follows Tara, a young woman with mysterious powers, on a quest to uncover the truth behind her adoptive father's untimely death. With the help of Antoff, a retired Priest Knight, and the enigmatic Edward of Haven, she ventures into ancient mysteries and confronts hidden dangers in a city shrouded in shadows.

In 1993, Jacqueline Tobin visited the Old Market Building in the historic district of Charleston, South Carolina, where craftspeople sell their wares. Amid piles of beautiful handmade quilts, Tobin met African American quilter Ozella Williams and the two struck up a conversation. With the admonition to "write this down," Williams began to tell a fascinating story that had been handed down from her mother and grandmother before her. As Tobin sat in rapt attention, Williams began to describe how slaves made coded quilts and then used them to navigate their escape on the Underground Railroad.

I first start worrying about my beautiful daughter Lennie when she claims her imaginary friend told her not to trust me or her father, Nathan. And as she retreats further into her own world and pushes us away, it feels like we are losing our little girl. Then one evening I see a shadowy figure in Lennie’s bedroom window, and I begin to worry her friend isn’t imaginary at all…

My stomach flutters as I try on my shimmering wedding dress with my two closest friends. In just a few weeks I'm going to marry the man of my dreams. I can't believe the next time Nathan sees me it'll be when I walk down the aisle. I've never told him my real name, and I hate lying to him. But it's for his own good, and nobody could love him more than me. I've been through so much; don't I deserve this happiness?

A coughing old monk opened the heavy wooden door, creaking on mildewed hinges and entered a musty cloister, his quiet home. Pressed against his nose, his long sleeves of cotton gave him relief from an incessant drip, while the other hand levied a softly glowing candelabra to illuminate the dark. His eyes, concealed behind heavy wrinkles, attempted to peer through the dust-filled air—twinkling specks of dust floated in the space. The enclosed cavern, clearly bereft of any human activity.