My name is Chloe Saunders. I'm fifteen, and I would love to be normal.

But normal is one thing I'm not.

For one thing, I'M HAVING THESE FEELINGS FOR A CERTAIN ANTISOCIAL WEREWOLF and his sweet-tempered brother—who just happens to be a sorcerer—BUT,BETWEEN YOU AND ME, I'M LEANING TOWARD THE WEREWOLF.

Not normal.

My friends and I are also on the run from an evil corporation that wants to get rid of us—permanently.

Definitely not normal.

And finally, I'm a genetically altered necro-mancer who can raise the dead, rotting corpses and all, without even trying.

As far away from normal as it gets.

Author: Kelley Armstrong

My name is Chloe Saunders. I'm fifteen, and I would love to be normal. <br /><br />But normal is one thing I'm not. <br /><br />For one thing, <b>I'M HAVING THESE FEELINGS FOR A CERTAIN ANTISOCIAL WEREWOLF</b> and his sweet-tempered brother—who just happens to be a sorcerer—<b>BUT,BETWEEN YOU AND ME, I'M LEANING TOWARD THE WEREWOLF.</b> <br /><br />Not normal. <br /><br />My friends and I are also on the run from an evil corporation that wants to get rid of us—permanently. <br /><br />Definitely not normal. <br /><br />And finally, I'm a genetically altered necro-mancer who can raise the dead, rotting corpses and all, without even trying. <br /><br />As far away from normal as it gets. - Kelley Armstrong




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