Would anyone be interested in reviewing my YA, paranormal romantic fantasy, The Healer? ************A girl, a prophecy and two warring gods equals destiny!********* Tie shook his head and then opened his mouth as if to say something, but all that came out was a wheezing noise and then an alarming amount of blood. I looked at the gaping hole in his chest and began to panic, feeling certain Tie should have repaired what he could, and Victor should have healed him by now. Victor, why isnt he healing himself? I asked anxiously. He cant, he said. Victor opened his eyes and sat back looking defeated. Then you do it, I cried out. My voice was beginning to shake, and I knew I was about two seconds away from becoming as unhinged as Angie. I cant do it. I cant heal him. He buried his face in his hands. Quit telling me what cant be done, and tell me what can! Nothing can be done, okay? The look he gave me was awful. A look of defeat. There is absolutely nothing that anyone can do. The sword that stabbed him was forged in the land of the dead, and I only have so much power at my disposal. What little power I did have I used to heal you when we were at the hospital. I swallowed down the lump of guilt forming in my throat and let out a trembling breath. Even if I hadnt healed you tonight, I still wouldnt be able to help him. You cant heal a stab wound made from that kind of sword, he whispered. Tie is going to die. smarturl.it/thehealer
Posted on: Mon, 18 Aug 2014 01:50:37 +0000
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