The Divide: Origins

I am very happy to announce tonight that The Divide: Origins is finally up for preorder. It’s been a long journey to get this one ready, and today I want to share that journey with you.

I first had the idea for a prequel to The Divide when I finished the original one. I never thought it would star the same characters. I wanted to go much further back. The first Divide was set years after the disaster that put the world in a state of chaos, and it certainly showed the fallout of that chaos. This one would show the actual disaster, however. It needed to be chaotic and destruction filled. Over time, I found that writing sequels to the Wrong series, The Strange Visions series, and making The Unseen took up all of my time. Then came Destiny. Before I knew it, I had been dreaming about the same idea of a Divide prequel for years. When I finally got the chance to write The Divide: Origins, I was at a low point in my life. I had lost faith and a part of myself. I didn’t trust people, and in some ways, I didn’t trust myself. That’s where this book started. It centered on the destruction I thought should be present from the start, and I found that my main character was a man who had lost who he was. For him, there might not even be redemption. It was in that place where I found common ground with my main character and I was able to put all of myself into this one. It gave it a sense of authenticity. His pain and these characters’ pain were my own. It evolved into a book much more about overcoming the worst of the world and ourselves. Just as importantly, it centered on the one thing in my life that still felt like it was intact - family.

For me, this book was a way to work through pain and tell a story that had been inside me for years. I’m so glad I got to tell it, but while writing from an angry place, I made a mistake. I allowed my own pain to become too entwined in the story. Things were too dark in the end, so I’ve been tirelessly working to write a new ending. It would turn out that the new ending to this one was much better. It came from a more peaceful place where redemption might still be possible. Just like life, The Divide: Origins will never be full of only joy or love. There will be pain, but the words I replaced came from a place that served the story much better. I even found that I was able to lengthen the book by another 10,000 words by including my new ending. There was more story to tell, and I can’t wait for all of you to read that story.

I don’t know if I’ll ever be revisiting The Divide again. This book is a narrative that is truly finished, and you don’t have to read the other one to follow this one perfectly. I wanted that to be so from the start. It was important that this was approachable for new and old readers, and I didn’t want to lock myself in for another book with a cliffhanger, but The Divide’s world and timeline are huge. I have hundreds of stories in my mind about its world. I can’t imagine that I won’t ever revisit this series in some form, even if it’s just for my own enjoyment. It’s been that kind of experience writing this one. It’s been such a joy. I’ve grown so much as a person through the experience of writing this novel.

Well, enough about my journey to getting The Divide: Origins into your hands. What I really want you to see is the cover and a link so you can preorder it. Thanks to all of you for reading and supporting me as I do the one thing I’ve always wanted to do. Here’s to one more project completed. I hope you all love it, and I can’t wait to share many more stories with you.

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My Projects

I wanted to update everyone on what I’ve been doing. Destiny came out roughly nine weeks ago, and so far, it has been very successful. Sales were a bit slow for the first week, but I’ve been impressed how it has gradually gained more and more momentum since its release day. I am very proud of it, and I think it’ll continue to gain more of a following as the weeks go by. That hasn’t been my only focus over these nine weeks, however. Since then, I’ve been working on writing and editing new material and going back through old material. Here’s the first part of what I’ve been doing.

I have redone the Wrong and Strange Visions series. I’ve also gone back through The Divide and made it a much smoother read. I haven’t uploaded the new versions yet because I still have a few minor things I want to tweak, but the updates should be ready in the next few weeks. I’m still so proud of those books. That was where I started, and all of them will always stand out for me, but I’ve grown a lot as a writer since then. I think I’ll be even more proud once I’m done putting a few touches on them, and most importantly, I think it’ll be a smoother read for all of you.

The second thing I’ve been doing is writing and editing. I have four projects that have been getting my attention. The first is The Divide: Origins, which I’ll talk about more a little later. The second is a romance book temporarily titled A Magnolia Romance. It feels a lot like Destiny only I used personal experiences from the place I grew up to mold it into an experience that can feel more authentic. I can’t know how people will react to it, but I can honestly say that it’s one of my favorite projects I’ve ever worked on. It’s written to completion and lightly edited, but it still needs a lot of work. I wouldn’t expect a release from it until sometime next year. The third book I’m working on is simply called Hollow. It goes in a direction that I’ve never written. It’s hard to even describe it without spoiling things, so I’ll just say this. It’s an action book about two people in a very desperate situation. I would put it in the same vein as stories like The Walking Dead or The Last of Us only it’s not about Zombies. This one is also written but has very little done to it in the editing department. The final thing I’m working on is a project that I’ve wanted to explore for over a year. In one of my old series, (The Wrong Series) a side character named Emma had an interesting story to me. She’ll be all grown up in this book, and it will focus on personal relationships and the things that make us who we are as we grow up. This isn’t a new book in the Wrong Series or a spinoff. If you never read the old series that would be perfectly fine because in this story Emma and Jasper are the stars, and all of their parents’ adventures are just a distant memory that’s never mentioned. Even so, I suppose it might be fun to get some of the subtle references I threw in there. I think people will like this one a lot, but it’s far from ready.

Now, onto the most immediate thing you’re probably wondering about. When am I putting out new material? Well, the next book I’m going to be releasing is The Divide Origins. I originally planned to release it near the end of this month. I don’t think that’s going to happen anymore. I’ve been tirelessly working to smooth out this book, and I think it’s just about finished in that department, but I also wrote an alternative ending to the story. Over the next few days, I’m going to be picking out which ending is better, smoothing a little more, and trying to find the perfect cover. I just don’t think all of that is going to be done in time for an end of the month release. I would expect to put out Origins in mid December. I want to get this one right, so I’m taking all the time it needs to be what it should be. I feel like Origins brings something very amazing to this story. I always wanted to tell how the disaster that changed Alex and Sarah’s world happened, and in this one, I do exactly that. It’s action-packed, but at the same time, it explores what’s most important on the hardest journey of your life. Now, I just need to decide how that journey should end.

Finally, I haven’t gotten everything done that I expected to by now because I’ve taken some time for myself over the last few weeks. I’ve taken time to enjoy television, music, sports, and video games again. You can get so wrapped up in your work sometimes that you forget you have a life, and for a while there, I think that was what I was doing. I’ve started living for me again, and it has made me happier and given me inspiration for all new stories. Maybe most importantly, I’ve decided to make changes for myself lately, too. I’ve committed myself to a healthier lifestyle. My mind feels clearer, and I know I’m headed toward a much brighter path. That’s what I want to leave you with today. No matter how many projects you have to do, take time for you. Play, work out, and fill your life with people who make it everything you always wanted it to be. Writing and reading stories are fun, but living yours is the ultimate adventure. That’s easy to forget, but it’s still very true. I’m getting back to who I am slowly but surely, and I’m finding that I’m so much more than I thought I was. I can’t wait to see who I am a month from now when I’m healthier, happier, and I have another project to share with all of you.

A Letter To Me

I see a lot of people writing letters to their younger selves now. They say all the things they wish they had known back then. I’m certainly no different than anyone else. I look back and wish I had done things differently or just that I had known more, so I’m going to do exactly that today. You can’t go back to the past, but I think it’s important to look back occasionally so you can learn what to do in the future.

Dear, Mitch

You’re fourteen right now. For you, the most important things in the world are football and video games. You’re not bad at those things either, but there’s so much more to life than them. You don’t work well with others, you don’t put much stock in education, and you don’t care as much as you should about the family you have. Someday that’ll all change, though. Your brain will be the key to making money, unlocking passions you didn’t even know you had, and finding the people who were such a pain before. Protect and nurture that brain. Learn something new every day. It doesn’t have to be behind a desk or done in a traditional way, but every skill you acquire will make you better.

Secondly, treasure the people in your life, and never leave anything unsaid. Someday you’re going to be sitting by a hospital bed of a loved one thinking about everything you should have said. You’ll say those things to give yourself some peace, but by then, they won’t actually be able to hear you. Say it now. There’s not always going to be a tomorrow. It sounds cliché, but it’s really true. If you love or appreciate someone, the best thing is always to let them know.

Third, follow your passions. People are going to try to get you to be practical about everything in your life, and that’s their job. They only want what’s best for you, but you grow from your passions. Make mistakes, explore dreams, and find new skills that you never knew you could have. It’ll be more painful when you realize some dreams are just out of your reach, but for the dreams that come true, it’ll make all the effort and long nights worth it. Life as a dreamer means feeling more pain but also so much more satisfaction. It’s shooting for the moon and just missing. The fall hurts, but you sure get a better view of the stars than most people.

Fourth, don’t ever give people your time when they don’t value you. In your life, you’re going to meet what you think are friends and in some cases even more than that. They won’t be real, though. They’re using you. Keep out a watchful eye for people who only want to steal your joy. There are many out there who only take, but I also have a word of warning. When you find those people and they inevitably hurt you, don’t let it shape you into a person who trusts no one. I’ve spent too much of my life afraid of being hurt because of what someone said or did to me. I’ve judged harshly based on experience, and it has saved me a lot of hurt, but it also robbed me of what could’ve been great experiences. Don’t stop trusting, but see the people in front of you.

Finally, and most importantly, give the people who want to love you a chance. You’ll come in contact with people in your life who you think don’t stack up to your ideal friend or mate. Maybe they don’t, or maybe you just don’t feel what you think you should at the time. Here’s the thing, though. There are so many people out there who want to tear you down. Don’t ever push someone out of your life who can build you up. Give that friend a chance, and date that girl that you don’t feel anything for yet. Some of the greatest things and people in your life are going to come from situations that you weren’t feeling at the time. Some of your biggest regrets will revolve around the chances you didn’t give people, too. You’ll always wonder what if. It’s not a good feeling, and it’s going to take you about twenty-five years to realize what you’re doing. Don’t let that happen.

I’ve said a lot of things you need to avoid or that you’re going to do wrong. You must be thinking that life is going to be a list of mistakes you made by twenty-seven, but I’m telling you it’s not. Right now you’re the typical depressed fourteen year old. You don’t feel good enough in so many areas. You’re afraid of being alone, unsuccessful, and of growing up to live the same boring life you see with everyone else. Here’s the good news. You make mistakes, but there are so many good things in your future. You have a house in a neighborhood you used to love as a teenager, you have a car you love, great people in your life, and you’re doing something that you never dreamed was possible. You’re a success, and your faith is growing a little stronger every day. Even better, most of those mistakes you made are still fixable. That’s what you never realized. It’s never too late to follow a dream, call up someone you didn’t give the time of day and apologize, or to cut someone out of your life who steals your joy. You make it in the future, so remember this one thing if you don’t get anything else out of this letter. Instead of being depressed and dreading your future, celebrate who you are today and who you will be down the line. Life is truly what we make it with a few curveballs on the way, and you get hit by a few of them, but you learn to knock more than a few of them out of the park.

Sincerely,

Your Future

P.S. Your first kiss happens soon, so stop worrying about it all the time. :)

The Angry Blogger

No, I’m not the angry blogger in today’s post. As a matter of fact, I’m the hopeful one, and I think you might feel more hopeful by the end of this. I suppose I should tell you what I’m talking about, though. A couple of days ago, I started noticing a lot of angry posts on Facebook and on blogs about breast cancer awareness. Many people, including one particularly angry blogger, were talking about what breast cancer wasn’t. It wasn’t some fun campaign about saving the tatas, and it certainly had nothing to do with football. According to this person, breast cancer was being taken entirely too lightly. Prayers didn’t do any good, crude bumper stickers were sexist and insulting, jerseys failed to acknowledge anything, and in general, breast cancer was a life and death risk that we should all be afraid of. I agree to a small extent. Breast cancer is a life or death thing that has nothing to do with bumper stickers or sports. Here’s the thing, though. All the blogger did was complain about what people weren’t doing and how what they were doing was completely wrong. This person provided no link to a charity we could give to or no person we could directly support. They only complained. It’s like that’s what we’ve become in the blogging community. We think we’re activists because we complain about something, but at the end of the day, our complaints without actions do absolutely nothing. Here’s what I’ll tell you about breast cancer.

Go buy a bumper sticker in bad taste. Yes, it can be a little offensive to the sensitive, and no, I don’t think you should put it on your car, but it does do one thing good. Most of the proceeds go to breast cancer research. If you’re a football fan, go buy your favorite player’s jersey in pink because that too supports cancer research. Afterward, pray whether you believe in God or not. Pray for the people affected by this disease because someone very powerful just might be listening to you. Finally, celebrate with a pink five hour energy drink. If you have a loved one affected by this, I would urge you not to be completely negative with them about their condition like the blogger I mentioned was. They need positivity now more than ever. Yes, they’re in a life or death situation, but that doesn’t mean they don’t need love and even laughter through the process.

You see, while another blogger is angry with the ways we choose to support victims of breast cancer, I’m amazed and very hopeful. There’s a way to support the affected, no matter what kind of person you are. Maybe you’re a person who just finds bumper stickers that might be offensive to some fun. Is it the most glamorous way to support someone? No, but it’s support. The people affected by breast cancer have the support of intellectuals, the more relaxed, sports fans, religious people, scientists, and doctors all over the world. Whether you’re a man or a woman, white or black, or a believer or a non-believer, you’ve probably bought a product that supported breast cancer without even realizing it. It’s amazing at all the support there is, and yes, I know some would like it to be more serious, but when you’re fighting for a cure, it doesn’t matter where the money came from. All that matters is that it keeps coming in. We’re close to a cure, and as bloggers, if we’ll start thinking in terms of what we can do instead of what isn’t being done right, we might just be a small part of what leads to a cure one day. Maybe all we’ll be is support to someone in need, but either way, what I’m trying to say is that there’s no wrong way to show support. In this fight, the only thing there isn’t room for is destructive anger. Give your money, prayers, love, and jokes to the people who need research, comfort, and a smile. When you’ve done that, I think you’ll find there’s no reason to complain about what others are or aren’t doing. This world is a very hopeful place, and regardless of what you’ve heard, it’s getting better every day. Remember that, and move on doing whatever it is you can for anyone in need.

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Destiny Preview

I wanted to share the beginning of one of my favorite books with everyone today. Enjoy the prologue and first chapter of Destiny!

Prologue

It’s 2:30 in the morning on a cold Saturday, and I’m standing outside of a house that I’m absolutely terrified to walk into. That’s not even the worst part. In the last hour, I’ve been punched . . . twice. Did I mention that my car is in the lake, too? Yeah, it’s been an eventful night. I would love to tell you that my story consists of an epic hero’s journey to some type of resolution that helps the world on a macro scale. This isn’t that kind of story, though. In fact, it’s all a bit funny . . . and a little sad if you’re me.

Someone once told me that life is about being satisfied with what you have. The things, the area, and the people who choose to love you, even if their way of showing that love is frightening, are supposed to be enough for us. Me standing outside of this house tonight with a black eye while I’m literally freezing to death is my way of rejecting what I’m supposed to be happy with. It’s certainly not working out right now, but it’s been one amazing ride. All that’s left is to walk into the house and see what the last twelve years have been about. Maybe I’m getting ahead of myself, though. Let me tell you where it all started. I won’t lie. This is going to be a bit embarrassing. You might even laugh at me. At other times, you might just find yourself moved to tears.

Oh, I almost forgot. My name is Eric Wilson. This is my story from the beginning. It all started on a trip with my family twelve years ago.

Chapter 1

Crashing But Not Burning

Twelve years ago, my family and I were going on a trip to Wisconsin to see my aunt and uncle. We lived in Miami at the time, and Wisconsin was the last place most of my family members wanted to go. I, on the other hand, didn’t care either way. To give you some perspective on where a fourteen year old me was at that point, my dad made more money than I could ever dream of, and my sister was the perfectly tan intelligent teenager. In fact, she was everything my mom and dad could ask for. My mom didn’t have to work because of what my dad did, which oddly enough, we never seemed to talk about. I’ll tell you more about that later. In the midst of our perfect life, there was me - the kid who was pale, average in every way, and completely lost. Now, I know what you’re thinking. This just sounds like a story about a rich kid who whines about rich people problems. I’ll admit that it might come off that way, but there’s a lot more to it than that. I was wrapped up in this world back in Miami where I didn’t fit at all. Where everyone in our community saw the perfect paradise, I saw dysfunction. They saw private schools, beautiful people, and cash . . . and I mean a lot of cash. What I saw were people putting on a show. Beautiful people were driving beautiful cars, and they were right beside a gorgeous beach. It was skin deep, though. Nothing, and I stress nothing, was beyond the surface.

So that was my story up until that point. I was the oddball who never quite got with the program. On that day, everything changed for me. It didn’t come without some growing pains, though.

“Get on your side!” I heard as I awoke in our vehicle and felt an arm push me back over to my side of the car.

That was my sister, Catherine. Let’s just say that we didn’t get along. Apparently, I had fallen asleep, and my head had drifted over to her side of the vehicle. For some reason, that infuriated her.

“Relax, you two. We’re almost there,” my mom said. Her name was Mary.

As we pulled up to my uncle’s house, I had absolutely no enthusiasm about this so-called vacation. That all changed when we got out. As I opened my door, I looked across the street to see a person who would change my life. There on her front porch, in the biggest and only snowstorm I had ever seen, was a girl who made my heart skip a beat. Her dark hair and blue eyes perfectly accented each other, making just the sight of her mesmerizing. Then there were her perfectly shaped lips. They seemed so far away for someone like me. Her expression made me even more interested. She looked sad. In that moment, I wanted nothing more than to fix whatever could have possibly been wrong for this amazing girl.

Suddenly, she spotted me, and I looked away. By now, my dad, Jerry, had seen exactly what I was looking at. Up until that point, I had never shown much interest in the opposite sex. Actually, I had never shown much interest in anyone. I think he saw it as an opportunity to bring me out of my shell.

“So why don’t you go talk to her? I can get the bags,” he said.

“What are you talking about?”

“You know who I mean. You were just looking at that girl. We’re going to be here for a week. It might not hurt to make a friend.”

“Yeah, I think Dad’s right. Why don’t you give it a shot? I’m sure she’s looking for someone who’s athletic. Wait a minute . . . that doesn’t sound like you. Maybe she’s looking for a smart guy . . . no, that doesn’t sound like you either. Well, if nothing else, you should go over there just so I can watch how badly this plays out,” Catherine said with a smirk.

“Why do you always do that? What makes you think that you’re . . .” I managed to say before she cut me off.

“I’m just trying to lower your expectations a little, but who knows? Maybe I’m wrong. Stranger things have happened. None come to mind, but given enough time, I’m sure I could come up with something,” she said and walked away.

As my mother and father followed her into the house with the bags, I was more determined than ever to prove her wrong. I could do this. What was so hard about making a new friend? That’s all this was, right?

Without hesitation, I turned and started walking across the street. When I got a few steps into the road, I heard the sound of a car skidding and turned to see a vehicle only feet away from me. One thing was certain. This was going to hurt. It smashed into me, and I rolled surprisingly well over the hood and windshield. When I hit the ground on the other side, it took my breath. As the pain subsided, I looked down at my legs and then to my hands. Everything seemed to be in order. The only thing that was seriously injured was my pride. I stood and stumbled into the next lane. That’s when I heard a car sliding again and felt yet another vehicle connect with me from behind. Then everything went black. Yeah, maybe my sister was right. What were the odds of me actually succeeding now?

I awoke several minutes later in an ambulance. I was in pain, but it didn’t feel like anything was majorly wrong. Well, there was one thing seriously wrong. Back in Miami, I wasn’t exactly popular, and in my first five minutes of being in Wisconsin, I had completely stared down a stranger, been hit by two cars, and now I was on the way to the hospital. Could things get any worse?

“Oh, great. He’s awake,” I heard one of the EMTs say.

It didn’t feel great. In that moment, I was wishing that one of the cars had killed me. Things would get better, though. After my family saw that I was okay, a lot of teasing went on. By the time I was finally released that night, all I wanted to do was go to bed. That was no problem either because it was already late. We had been on such a long trip already, and after all the hospital business, everyone was ready to call it a night. As they retired to their rooms, my uncle hesitated for a moment. His name was Gary, and he was a big man, to say the least. I remember his 6’5” 300 pound frame looking gigantic to me back then. You have to realize that I had never met my uncle until that night, so when he asked me to wait a second before going upstairs, I was a little worried. What were his intentions? Was he angry because of all the trouble I had caused that day? If so, did I really want to get on this guy’s bad side?

“Hey, wait a minute,” Uncle Gary said.

“What is it?” I asked shyly.

“I’m just wondering what you were doing in the road today.”

“I was going to talk to someone.”

“Who?”

“I don’t know who she is. She lives across the road from you. It was stupid. I’m really sorry that . . .”

“Don’t be sorry. You know, she’s sitting on her front porch right now, if you still want to talk to her,” Uncle Gary said while glancing out the window.

“I don’t know. I . . .”

“Come on! You got hit by two cars trying to talk to the girl. You’ve got your opener right there,” he joked.

“Okay . . .” I said hesitantly and walked toward the door.

I had no idea what I was going to say. I had just embarrassed myself in front of this girl. Should I really go talk to her? As my head started to feel foggy, I heard my uncle’s voice snap me back to reality.

“Eric, remember to look both ways this time,” he said with a smile.

I returned a smile of my own and walked out the door. In a way, I was just relieved that my uncle turned out to be a gentle giant. As I went toward the road, I was brought back to the situation right in front of me. I was walking toward what could be the girl of my dreams, and I had no idea what to say. What was she like? What was her name? For that matter, why was she sitting on the front porch in the blistering cold? Had she been there this whole time? Without even thinking, I spoke as I walked up to the front porch.

“Do you always sit outside during a blizzard?”

“Do you always walk out into the middle of traffic?” she asked with the hint of a smile.

“You’ve got me there. Seriously, though, what are you doing out here?”

“You first. Where were you going earlier, and do you not know how to look both ways? I thought for sure the second car was going to kill you,” she said and laughed.

“Actually, I was coming to talk to you. Maybe that wasn’t such a good idea, though. Now I don’t know what I was even going to say.”

“You’re doing good so far. At least I have some company for once. What’s your name?”

“I’m Eric. Me and my family are here from Miami visiting my uncle.”

“Miami, huh? It must be nice.”

“It’s a little overrated.”

“How can you say that? You guys have warm weather year round and some of the most beautiful beaches possible. All we have are blizzards and a couple of sports teams that everyone around here can’t be quiet about.”

“I like it here already. Just trust me. There’s nothing real to see back there.”

“All right. I’ll take your word for it, Eric. I’m Olivia, by the way. I’m out here right now because it’s better than being inside with my mom.”

“Why?”

“Let’s just say that I don’t fit in my current situation. I’m sure a guy who manages to get hit by two cars in less than a minute wouldn’t understand anything about not fitting in,” she said sarcastically.

“I’m never going to hear the end of that from anyone, am I?”

“I don’t know about anyone else, but I’m pretty much going to remember it for the rest of my life. If you think about it, I almost killed a man today.”

“What do you mean?”

“Oh, come on! I saw you looking at me from across the street. I know why you really tried to come over here,” she flirted.

“I don’t know what you’re talking about. I was just looking to make a friend while I was in town.”

“Uh huh. I’m sure your intentions were perfectly pure,” Olivia said with a smirk.

“What? They were.”

“Okay. That’s really a shame, though. I need to go back inside. If you haven’t noticed, it’s freezing out here.”

“Wait a minute. Why would it be a shame?”

“Never mind. I’m sure you wouldn’t be interested in that with all your pure intentions,” she said and walked toward the door.

“You can’t just say something like that and then leave.”

“Oh, can I not? Give me a reason to stay then.”

“What? I . . .”

“Hmm. I don’t think that’s going to be good enough. You might be able to try again tomorrow night, though . . . that is, unless you don’t feel safe crossing the road. I can always come over to your uncle’s place.”

“Very funny. I look forward to it.”

Olivia smiled as she started to walk into her house. She stopped just short of the door and turned back.

“Oh, and Eric, I don’t know what things are like in Miami, but this is not a blizzard to people here. This is just routine December weather. If you promise not to walk out in front of any cars or freeze to death in this blizzard, I’ll show you the one good thing about this area tomorrow night.”

“I’m fine in the cold. I make no promises when it comes to cars, though,” I joked.

At that point, she walked inside, and I went back to my uncle’s house to find him waiting at the kitchen table. He didn’t say anything, but he looked happy for me. Here I was, this awkward and very bruised kid who didn’t seem to have much hope for anything good. Just when I needed it, though, there was a ray of light. If I had known getting hit by two cars could change everything, I would have done it long before then. In that moment, I thought that Olivia was just going to be a bright spot in my life. I couldn’t have known just how much she would alter everything about who I was. She would end up being my joy and my sorrow. For now, she was only a girl who actually saw me. Back then, that was enough.

If you enjoyed what you read so far, check out Destiny now. It’s a fun journey that follows these characters through their entire lives, and I know you’ll love it!

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