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COMING IN JANUARY 2018 – AVAILABLE NOW FOR PREORDER


TOHUNGA RISING

EXCLUSIVE TO SIGILS AND SPELLS

Aroha Paewai is the wrong age and the wrong gender in the wrong job.

When Aroha’s mentor dies, naming her as Tohunga—the healer for her tribe—she finds herself battling for the right to perform the job she was born to do. In 1960s New Zealand, being young, Maori, and female is tough enough. Performing a traditionally male role takes the irritation from insult straight into injury.

But when Aroha is promoted into a secretive government department, even she finds the situation way over her teenaged head. With human enemies already pounding on the gates, Aroha must now contend with supernatural creatures stepping out of line.

As her mentor withdraws to let Aroha prove her skills, she is faced with a devastating choice. If she fights the supernatural beings threatening to destroy her country, then Aroha’s extended family will battle against a deadly infectious disease alone.

 
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