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Ms. Verdenius should be ashamed! I had to stay up well past my bedtime to finish this great book. SOUL OF THE FORGOTTEN has wonderful characters, action, mystery, and a fantastic love story. Marlene Breakfield PNR Romance Reviews What a story! Angela Verdenius has outdone herself once again…I love that you never really know what is happening in those scenes revealing the sub-plots until all is brought together in an explosive climactic scene. When secrets are uncovered and discoveries made, excitement is sure to build. Kelley Hartsell ck2s Kwips and Kritiques your heart will feel battered as you ride the emotional roller coaster with Liane as she fights to come back into the world of freedom. Brenda Edde Romance Junkies If you love futuristic romance, you will probably already be familiar with Angela Verdenius's Heart and Soul books, if you are not, Soul of the Forgotten is a perfect place to start; prepare yourself for a real treat and a new addiction! NAOMI Fallen Angel Reviews With each and every book Ms. Verdenius has given us a wonderfully well-written story that keeps you glued to the pages, and not wanting it to end. Lydia Funneman Writers Unlimited |
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| …another superbly crafted story…will touch you in unexpected ways…another must buy to sear your heart, and heat your blood… Rose Romance at Heart |
| From its riveting start to rewarding finish, Soul of the Forgotten is a rollercoaster ride of emotion and action that keeps you turning the pages…'tis most definitely a keeper! I give Soul of the Forgotten 5 Stars! Reviewed by: Ann O'Bannon gottawritenetwork.com |
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| a fascinating and richly-written tale with fine world-building brought to life by descriptive settings. Angela Verdenius demonstrates a fine gift for world-building and brings these races and their backgrounds to vibrant life. The character studies are excellent, and extend to secondary characters as well as the main protagonists. Annie The Romance Studio |
| Soul of the Forgotten |
| Sputtering torches lit the way. It was bleak and dark, like a gaping hole into hell, from which the screams and shouts from the imprisoned in the dark depths echoed. The cackle and whine of the insane interspersed the hopeless sobs and cries. But it wasn’t the screams that made the icicles run down the traders’ backs. It was the howling, that of a trapped, tortured animal. Desperate. Panicked. Damned. “Bloody hell.” Findel swallowed. “What’s that?” Walcot smiled grimly. “Can you not guess, Daamen?” After several seconds, Borga swore savagely. “Lead us to her, damn you, Walcot! Now!” Walcot’s face hardened, but he turned and led the way down the steps, forced to hurry with the giant traders on his heels. The steps stopped in a level passage that twisted and turned, stone cells with iron doors along it at intervals. From behind the doors came the sound of screams, silence and sobbing. The stench of excrement, blood and sour bodies filled the air, and Borga had to clench his teeth against the offensive odors. He forgot the odors when they rounded a corner to show a well-lit passage. “There she is,” Walcot said calmly. Borga’s eyes widened in shock at the sight before him. His appalled friends stared. A tall figure with a bag pulled over her head struggled against the chains that bound her. The four chains were held by four struggling, cursing guards. The screams were muffled now, but still unmistakable. Wild. Feral. Desperate. copyright: Angela Verdenius 2006 |