Blog Tour: Fury (The Seven Deadly #3) by Fisher Amelie

   

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FURY Synopsis: 

Revenge is an euphoric thing. Trust me on this. Nothing compares to the release you get when you ruin someone’s life. When they’ve stolen important things. Things that didn’t belong to them. Things I revel in making them pay for. 

What? Have I offended you? I’m not here to appeal to your delicate senses. I have no intention of placating your wishes or living within your personal belief system nor do I care if you hate me. And you will hate me. Because I’m a brutal, savage, cold-blooded murderer and I’m here for my revenge. 

I’m Ethan Moonsong...And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most sacrificing man to the most feared and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. 

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My Thoughts:

I adore, The Seven Deadly Sins Series.  Each story has  more depth to it than what at first meets the eye.  These stories are meaningful in the fact that they are full of life lessons and pearls of wisdom.  The characters are real, flawed, and very human, making them appealing and relatable.

Fury was a spectacular read!  I felt so many raw emotions as I read this story; sadness, fear, anger, anticipation, and hope.  The story begins with the main character, Ethan Moonsong, being in a very dark place mentally and emotionally.  He hasn't dealt with the loss of his mother, and now to top it off, he just lost the only girl that he's ever loved to another guy, and wants revenge.  Ethan spends his days sleeping, and his nights binge drinking.  

On one such night, he runs in to an old friend from high school, Finley Dyer.  She is full of life, spunk, and has a tell-it-like-it-is attitude.  From this moment in time on, Finley takes it upon herself to be a friend when Ethan needs it the most.  However, Finley lets Ethan know that she is going away to Vietnam for a year to do charity work.  Finley won't straight out tell Ethan what she is doing, and he gets a bad feeling that she is about to embark on something very dangerous.  After Ethan does some research using clues from his conversations with Finley, he finds out what she is doing, and it is indeed extremely dangerous.  After a talk with his father, he decides to go to Vietnam, and protect Finley at all costs.  Little does he know, but his life is about to change forever.

Fury was slow moving for the first 30% of the story, as the author established the relationship between Ethan and Finley.  However, once Ethan lands in Vietnam, the story takes off, and I could not put down my e-reader, even if I tried!  Fury was filled with intrigue, suspense, danger, action, and vigilante justice.  Ms. Amelie describe the beauty and picturesque Vietnam beautifully.  I felt like I was there, and could see all of the greenery, bustling streets, sights, and smell the delicious dishes native to the land.  The friends to lovers trope was a part of the plot, however it was not the focal point of the story.  Fury was balanced out with a variety of elements that came together to make a unique and unforgettable read.  More than anything, Fury, was about the human condition, being flawed, redemption, hope, and new beginnings.

I loved Ethan and Finley.  Ethan had so much emotion bottled up inside of him, and his pain was palpable through every page I read.  He was a realistic character that showed us how a human being can be flawed, make huge mistakes, but also be heroic, and loving.  I admired and respected Finley.  She had a traumatic, debilitating, and sad youth, yet she found a way to use her pain to become strong, and dedicate her life to helping others.

My Rating:

Fury was a masterpiece of the harsh realities of life, as well as the hope and good out in the world.  It was a powerful story and thought provoking read.  I give, Fury, by Fisher Amelie, 4.5 Enlightening, Kismet Filled Love, Vigilante Justice, Hopeful Stars!

FURY Excerpt #2: 

     “Fin, I’m sorry. I really am, but keeping me in the dark is, well, frankly cruel. Imagining where you were and what could happen was playing dirty tricks on me.” 
     She sighed, obviously angry with me. “Ethan, this feels so...” 
     “So?” 
     “So rotten! Why couldn’t you have done the decent thing and just respected that I didn’t want you knowing?” 
     “I think the only reason you didn’t say anything was because you knew you could get hurt, Fin. Keeping me in the dark about something like that, that’s not cool, dude.”
     “If I’d told you, you would have stopped me from going, right?” I didn’t answer. “Well?” 
     “Well what?” 
     “If I had, would you have stopped me from going? 
     “I don’t know,” I lied.
 
     “Lie!”
 “Finley, it just would have been cool to have at least been informed. I felt like I was blindsided today. I’m-I’m worried about you.”
 I could hear her slight breathing as she considered what I said. 
     “I know that, Ethan, but this-this is something that has to be done.” “Not by you, it doesn’t.” 
     “What the heck does that mean? You don’t think I’m capable of helping?” 
     “You are,” I insisted, meaning it. “It’s just that, well, what if you get into a situation where you can’t defend yourself?” 
     “I’ll be with plenty of people always,” she explained. I breathed through my nose, frustrated with her. I don’t know what I was hoping she would do or say by approaching her the way I had. I decided to come out with it. 
     “I think you should come home.” 
     She growled, actually growled. “Ethan Moonsong, you are about two seconds away from me hanging up this phone.” 
     “Finley, I’d like it if you could come home,” I asked as nicely as I could. 
     She laughed a little hysterically then lowered her voice. “Seriously, you are ridiculous. I’m wearing twenty-four hours’ worth of plane, which is not helping my nerves at all, not to mention the little fact that I had this trip planned way before you re-entered my life! And Ethan? I love you and all, but you can’t dictate what I do with that life. I’m already here, and I’d appreciate it if you could just get on board.” 
     Shit. “I don’t know if I can do that. I’m scared for you, Fin.” 
     She sighed. “I understand. I do, but I need to do this. Need it like a thirsty man needs water, Ethan, and there’s nothing you can do to stop me. I need this more than you need me home. I’m sorry, but this door is closed.” 
     “Finley, if you can die, it’s not worth it.”
Things got deadly quiet. So quiet I’d decided she’d stopped breathing. 
     “Some things are worse than death, Ethan,” she finally said with eerie calm. 
     “I’ve lost my mom, lost Caroline, Fin, and I’m tired of losing.” That was a low blow and I knew it. I opened my mouth to recant it but she stopped me by speaking first.
     “This isn’t about you, Ethan. It never was.”
 And with that, I heard a click and shortly after, a hauntingly empty beep.

  

  

   

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Fisher Amelie resides in the South with her kick ace husband slash soul mate. She earned her first ‘mama’ patch in 2009. She also lives with her Weim, Jonah, and her Beta, Whale. All these living creatures keep the belly of her life full, sometimes to the point of gluttony, but she doesn’t mind all that much because life isn’t worth living if it isn’t entertaining, right? Fisher is the author of The Seven Deadly Series, The Sleepless Series, and The Leaving Series, and was a semi-finalist in Amazon’s Breakthrough Novel Award.     

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FURY Synopsis: 

Revenge is an euphoric thing. Trust me on this. Nothing compares to the release you get when you ruin someone’s life. When they’ve stolen important things. Things that didn’t belong to them. Things I revel in making them pay for. 

What? Have I offended you? I’m not here to appeal to your delicate senses. I have no intention of placating your wishes or living within your personal belief system nor do I care if you hate me. And you will hate me. Because I’m a brutal, savage, cold-blooded murderer and I’m here for my revenge. 

I’m Ethan Moonsong...And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most sacrificing man to the most feared and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world.

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FURY Excerpt: 

     I took a deep breath as my fingers found their purchase and pulled out my keys. The key I needed somehow hit home and the lid sprang open, the knives staring at me, daring me. I watched them, waited for them to tell me what to do, but nothing came. They laid still, gleaming in the moonlight waiting for me too, it seemed. I sat in the passenger side seat, one boot still on the gravel, and made the first move. Raising a trembling hand toward the temptation, my fingers felt the cool length of each blade. 
     The rage still burned in my veins and I felt myself sobering, hesitating. No, I kept hearing. Pick them up, a voice said, so I did. Their weight felt good in my hands, comfortable. I breathed three breaths before gripping their handles and twirling them quickly in my palms. Even drunk, I could slaughter anything that moved. I was made to hunt. And hunt you shall, the voice urged. 
     I nodded and stood, shutting the passenger side door, tucking the blades into the back of my jeans, and camouflaging them with my shirt. My boots echoed with each step back toward the bar, heavy and dark like the night that surrounded me, like the thoughts in my head. 
     The adrenaline seared through my body, heightening every nerve, intensifying every sense. My heart pounded like a bass drum in my chest, pressing painfully against my ribs. My skin burned with anticipation. 
     I reached for the door handle. “Where do you think you’re going?” a voice whispered, startling me. 
     I stopped, one hand on the handle. “Finley, go home,” I ordered her. She stood from her leaning position against the outside wall of the bar, out of the shadows, and walked toward me. Her eyes seared through me. She came to me, stood closely, the heat from her body enveloping me. 
     “No, I don’t think I will,” she told me, looking up into my eyes. “At least not alone.” 
     She stood tenaciously, fearlessly. I noted how much taller she was than Cricket and it was a little bit intimidating to me, like what she said was going to happen whether or not I liked it. I respected her and I didn’t know why. I stared at her hard, but she didn’t budge. No, instead, she strengthened her own resolve, her jaw tightening with the decision and glared back even harder. She said and did things with such righteous authority, I felt powerless to her. I’d never felt that way before about a woman. It wasn’t pushy or irrational, it was simply as it was going to be. 
     My eyes and face relaxed the moment I acquiesced. “Fine.” 
     Her body followed suit and she nodded once, grabbing my arm and leading me toward my truck. Her hand reached into my jeans pocket, sending an inexplicable electrical charge through me, which I promptly chose to ignore, and yanked out my keys. 
     “Get in,” she ordered and I obeyed. 
     She threw herself into the driver’s side and slammed the door shut, sticking the keys in the ignition and turning only once. The engine started, daring not to further goad her. The stereo kicked on, belting something indicative of the moment we were leaving behind us, full of bass and a sharpness so edgy it echoed through my chest and head. 
     She shoved the truck in reverse, throwing her arm over the back of the bench, and her stare found mine. It was a solid look, packed full with a storm of unspoken words. Without breaking her gaze, she shifted into drive. She held there for a moment, driving her disappointment in me deep down into my soul before finally looking ahead to the end of the parking lot. I know I’m toxic, Finley, I thought, but that didn’t stop my mouth from retching awful thoughts. 
     “You have no reason to be pissed at me,” I told her, practically begging her to speak. 
     She didn’t say a word as she pulled out onto the road with more punch than the Finley I knew normally would have, turning toward the interstate. I had no clue where she was taking us, but I wasn’t about to ask. 
     Just make her turn around, I thought. Tell her you won’t do anything. 
     I opened my mouth to speak but caught a glimpse of her hair whipping about her determined face from the open windows and forgot what I was going to say. I turned my gaze toward the windshield. The light from the headlights exposing just enough of the road to make me nervous at the speed we were traveling. One hand found the dash to steady myself.
     “What’s wrong, Ethan?” she asked. 
     “Huh?” I asked, whipping my head her direction. 
     “Too fast for you?” 
     “No.” 
     “Liar,” she said, calling me out. 
      I wiped my palms down the thighs of my jeans. “Slow down,” I said, swallowing. 
      “Oh, now you want to play it safe?” Her eyes narrowed. “You’re so selfish, you know that?” she asked. I was taken aback. She’d never talked to me like that. 
     She leisurely drove across lanes as if traveling more than a hundred miles per hour was completely normal. 
     “What?” I demanded, feeling alert. The adrenaline had sobered me quickly. 
     “You’re selfish. And stupid. Let’s not forget stupid.” 
     My blood boiled. “Whatever, Finley.” 
     “Whatever, Finley,” she mocked. “Don’t you know I’m suffering? That I’m the only person in the world who suffers? Can’t you see that I’m determined to be foolish, Finley?” 
     “What do you know of suffering?” I asked, incensed.
     Wide eyes met mine and her jaw clenched as she pulled over, slamming us to a stop. Her hair flew forward from the force before settling onto her chest and shoulders. 
     “I know more about suffering than you could ever possibly imagine. You don’t know shit! So you got your heart broken. So what! There are worse things, you know. There are things out there that would curl your toes to know about, Ethan.”

 

 

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Fisher Amelie resides in the South with her kick ace husband slash soul mate. She earned her first ‘mama’ patch in 2009. She also lives with her Weim, Jonah, and her Beta, Whale. All these living creatures keep the belly of her life full, sometimes to the point of gluttony, but she doesn’t mind all that much because life isn’t worth living if it isn’t entertaining, right? Fisher is the author of The Seven Deadly Series, The Sleepless Series, and The Leaving Series, and was a semi-finalist in Amazon’s Breakthrough Novel Award.    

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  EXCERPT from FURY, Coming May 4, 2015: 

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FURY, Excerpt Two 

“Ethan?” she asked. “Is that you?” 

“Hello, Finley,” I answered. 

“How are you?” she asked, somehow devoid of the pity I’d often heard in so many greetings since Cricket. I was grateful to her for this. 

“I’m fine,” I slurred, lifting my head a bit to meet her eyes. 

A grin met her lips. “You were always a terrible liar.” Her smile fell a little. “What are you doing here?” 

“I’m drinking.” 

She narrowed her eyes. 

“You hate drinking.” 

“I learned to love it,” I said, downing the remaining contents of my glass, letting it burn. 

She looked me up and down, making me feel self-conscious. “But apparently it doesn’t love you.” 

“Thanks,” I snorted, acting like I didn’t care. But I did. 

“You look terrible,” she said, ignoring me. “Are you even eating?”

“I’m consuming the daily recommended calorie intake,” I hedged. 

“Ah,” she answered, examining my empty glass. 

I shook my head and signaled to Vi for another. 

Finley narrowed her eyes once more. “Can I get a basket of chicken tenders too, Vi?” she added. 

“Sure thing,” she said, ringing up Finley’s food before grabbing the bottle of Jack and filling me to the top. 

Finley examined my glass but didn’t say a word. 

 “What?” I asked, feeling defensive. 

 “Nothing,” she answered, looking at her hands. 

 “Judging me?”

 “Not at all,” she said sincerely and looked me dead in the eye. 

 This look froze me, and the glass slipped from my fingers and back onto the bar top, spilling a little from the rim. 

“I’ve done that very thing,” she said, gesturing toward my glass. 

“Drink ’til you’re numb?” 

“No,” she said, “succumb to a vice in order to forget.” 

 I leaned forward, stunned by this admission, and my eyes found hers. “What, Finley?” 

She hesitated, started to open her mouth, but someone called her name and she turned around. It was an ex-classmate of ours, couldn’t remember her name, the one she’d been dancing with, and I found myself feeling anxious all of a sudden. I hadn’t felt anxious in a long time. Hadn’t felt anything, really, other than severe pain and shame, in a very long time. Huh. 

“Finley, Chris is gonna give me a ride back home. You cool?” the girl asked, eyeing me. She knew. The whole town knew about my tumble down the rabbit hole. 

“Yeah, Holly Raye. I’ll see you tomorrow,” she answered, her brows scrunched in confusion. 

Finley was surprised by Holly Raye’s apparent worry which I found odd. 

“Okay,” Holly Raye said, kissing Finley’s cheek. 

Chris was waiting by the door for her, and we both watched them leave, afraid to speak, our earlier moment gone. 

Vi walked up with Finley’s chicken tenders and set them in front of her. Her fingers found one but lifted up quickly with a tiny gasp.

“Hot,” she whispered, resting her fingers against the side of her water glass. 

She let them cool for a few moments and we sat in awkward silence. I wasn’t sure what she was still doing there. I didn’t have any clue why she had even started to talk to me either. I mean, I knew in high school she’d had a crush on me, but I figured it was long gone. She used to stare at me a little doe eyed, and I had always done my best to be kind to her but not too kind. I’d considered her a friend but nothing more, even if I did take solace in my conversations with her. I’d never admitted that out loud to anyone then, though, not that I was ashamed or anything. It’s just, I was in love with Cricket. 

Cricket

The ache in my chest burned deep, a restless reminder of all I’d lost. And suddenly I felt guilty for finding Finley attractive even when I thought she was a stranger. Even after Cricket left me for Spencer. 

“You should probably leave,” I told her. 

She looked at me like I was crazy. “I’ll do whatever I want,” she said, sitting taller, pitching me that confident Finley attitude I remembered from high school. 

“Whatever,” I said, then called out to Vi for another round, which she served up quickly. 

Finley tore apart a few tenders then handed me half of one. 

“Uh, no,” I said, downing my glass. 

“Uh, yes,” she mocked, shoving the piece in my face. 

“Stop,” I said, swiping it away. 

“Eat, damn it,” she said. 

I looked at her and the expression on her face told me she wouldn’t quit, so I roughly took it from her and took a large bite. She bit into her own piece, a smug look on her face. She practically hand fed me every piece in the damn basket, but I didn’t care. I knew what she was doing, but it wouldn’t work because the liquor resting in my belly was too substantial to be worked against. 

“What have you done with your summer?” she asked me. 

“This,” I said, gesturing to my glass. 

 “What the hell, Ethan?” 

 “What, are you my mother?” I asked, immediately regretting those choice of words. I closed my eyes. 

Mom. My heart dropped into my throat. Must remedy that. 

 “Vi,” I said loudly to her at the other end of the bar. “One more.” 

Vi walked the length of the bar and filled my glass again, much to Finley’s obvious horror. 

“Vi, can I get some mozzarella sticks?” she asked. 

“Of course, darlin’.” 

Finley smiled at me. 

“I’m not eating those,” I told her. 

“Oh, you’ll eat them.” 

“I won’t.” 

“You will.” 

“I sure as hell will not, Finley Dyer.” 

She leaned closer and my head began to swim. Her signature scent of apples and wild daisies swarmed around me, making my heart race. It’d never bothered me before. It’s the liquor, I told myself. 

“You will or I’m taking your ass home right now.”

“You can just kiss that ass, Fin.” 

“That’s the Jack talking.” 

“No, that’s me. I don’t want to play anymore. I want to be left alone now.” 

“You see,” she said, settling her elbows on the bar top, “I think- No, I know you’re lying. Like I said before, you’re a terrible liar. I think you’ve lied so often about wanting to be left alone, though, that you’ve convinced your head it’s the truth, but you can’t convince the heart, Ethan. You know why? Because the heart can’t ever be lied to, and yours beats the loneliest I’ve ever heard.”

I didn’t answer her. Couldn’t answer her. 

“What have you done this summer?” I asked, ignoring her spot-on observation. 

She played along. “I’ve had a temp job here in Kalispell answering phones for Smith Travel, trying to earn cash for my trip.” 

My brows furrowed. “What trip?” 

“I’m heading over to Vietnam for a year.” 

 This shocked me. “What in the world would you go to Vietnam for?” 

“Charity work,” she answered, making me laugh. 

“Why?” I asked. 

“Don’t be an asshole,” she replied. 

“No, really, why?” 

“I’ve wanted to do this for close to five years now.” 

“How come I don’t ever remember you talking about this at school?” 

 “Ethan,” she said softly, “let’s not pretend we ever really talked in high school deeper than filler conversation.” 

This wounded me a little, though I’m not sure why. “What the hell, Finley? You and I were friends.” 

Now it was her turn to laugh. “We were most definitely not friends. I may know everything about you and you may know everything about me because we grew up together, but we were not friends. You had a constant bodyguard in Cricket.” 

I sat up at the mention of her name. “Don’t ever say her name again,” I gritted. 

She raised her hands in concession. “Fine.” There was a pregnant pause as she let me calm myself down.

“I talked to you a lot in the classes we had,” I offered. 

“We talked a lot about the upcoming football games or class assignments. Once or twice, we took the seventy-year-old route and discussed the weather.” 

I fought my grin. “Okay, so it was always surface observation, but we were kids.” 

“No, Ethan, that’s not what it was.” 

“Well, you were in love with me,” I bravely spit. “I couldn’t take it further than just below the shoal.” Thank you, Mr. Daniels. 

“Full of yourself, are we?” she asked. “Listen,” she continued, “I had a crush on you in high school. So what? Lots of girls did. But I was, am, a human being. You didn’t have to treat me like some leper. Trust me, Ethan, we all know who you belonged to,” she said. 

She stood to leave, but I grabbed her arm. The heated warmth of her skin shot straight to my heart. We looked at one another, wide eyed, our chests panting. I shook my head to recompose myself. “I’m sorry,” I told her, encouraging her to sit back down. “I’m- I know you deserved better.” 

She hesitated but sat back in her seat. I stared at her, a little too intently thanks to the Jack. She nodded once and we sat in a comfortable silence as I had five more shots. 

The whiskey made my body heavy as hell, the weight of its honeyed venom deadened the ache inside me pleasantly. 

I sighed and smiled to myself. 

“What’s so funny?” she asked. I looked up at her though it felt unusually burdensome and leaned toward her. “I’m going to get them back,” I admitted to her. 

She narrowed her eyes. “Who, Ethan?” 

“Them,” I said, bringing a tired finger to my lips. “Don’t tell anyone.”

I fell back into my chair. I brought my fingers to my empty glass and tilted it, balancing it on one finger. She was quiet for a moment. 

“Ethan,” she began, whispering, “that’s not like you.” 

I smiled. “I’m not who I used to be, Finley.” 

“That’s a shame,” she said, “because you used to be wonderful.” I narrowed my eyes at her. 

“Do you know what they did to me?” 

“She left you for him,” she said matter-of-factly. 

I let the glass tip over onto its side at her bluntness. “Exactly. After all I did for her. After all I was to her. She left me for him.” 

“She wasn’t meant for you, Ethan.” 

My skin burned with hatred at that statement. “No one is meant for anyone, Finley. You choose someone and then you make a commitment.” 

She shook her head at me. “You have no idea what you’re talking about.“ 

“She chose me, convinced me that she was all in, and I was willing to die for her because of it. She convinced me she actually loved me. I thought she loved me.” 

“She did love you. I believe she, you both really, would have been somewhat happy if Spencer had never shown up.” 

“Exactly.” 

“You’re not hearing me. You both would have been somewhat happy. Neither of you would have been utterly happy.”

This infuriated me. 

“I could have made her happy!” I yelled, earning a few glances from around the bar. 

“Yes, you could have made her happy, but not as happy as Spencer does.” 

My blood simmered in my veins. “You are cruel,” I bit. 

She leaned forward. “I’m being honest with you. Someone has to since you’re not being honest with yourself. I saw them together, Ethan, and she never looked at you like that.” 

 “Stop,” I said, gritting my teeth. “Stop.” 

 “Ethan,” she said, resting her hand on mine. I yanked it from her. “Don’t you want the same thing for yourself? Don’t you want forever with someone who burns for you the way you burn for her? You deserve that just as much as she does.” 

 “Shut up,” I said, bringing my hands to my hair and fisting it at my ears. I didn’t want to hear it. 

 “Fine,” she said, sitting up. She looked around her and asked Vi for two cups of coffee. 

I couldn’t breathe. Finley voiced everything I’d worked so hard to drown out, I’d attempted to numb. I hated her for ruining the struggle to suppress it. I just wanted to pretend. I wanted my hate, wanted it to live close to me. It was the only thing I felt could keep me alive. I couldn’t let her go. I didn’t want her to be loved by anyone but me. I didn’t want to be reminded that someone else really did love her better than I did, that someone else made her happier. Because I had watched them too. I saw what Finley saw, and my God did I hate Spencer Blackwell for it. 

 I wanted bitter. 

 I wanted sadness. 

 I wanted revenge.   

 About FURY: 

Revenge is an euphoric thing. Trust me on this. Nothing compares to the release you get when you ruin someone’s life. When they’ve stolen important things. Things that didn’t belong to them. Things I revel in making them pay for. What? Have I offended you? I’m not here to appeal to your delicate senses. I have no intention of placating your wishes or living within your personal belief system nor do I care if you hate me. And you will hate me. Because I’m a brutal, savage, cold-blooded murderer and I’m here for my revenge. I’m Ethan Moonsong...And this is the story about how I went from the world’s most sacrificing man to the most feared and why I wouldn’t trade it for anything in the world. 

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  About Fisher Amelie: 

Fisher Amelie resides in the South with her kick ace husband slash soul mate. She earned her first ‘mama’ patch in 2009. She also lives with her Weim, Jonah, and her Beta, Whale. All these living creatures keep the belly of her life full, sometimes to the point of gluttony, but she doesn’t mind all that much because life isn’t worth living if it isn’t entertaining, right? Fisher is the author of The Seven Deadly Series, The Sleepless Series, and The Leaving Series, and was a semi-finalist in Amazon’s Breakthrough Novel Award.    

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