Fury Volume III: Wind

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Summary

Ego is dead. But the battle for safety is far from over. After defeating her greatest foe, Fury believes her journey is over. But a devastating new threat reveals that the past still haunts her, and the fight is far from finished. A sinister, invisible force of pure intelligence emerges, striking at the one place Fury thought was safe. With her world shattered and her grief threatening to consume her, Fury, Maya and Daniel are forced to flee and find the source of the danger. Now, with a wise ghost of thunder by her side, Fury must master her most elusive element—wind. She must learn to become the unseen, to outsmart a force that is as elusive as it is deadly, and to find a way to heal from a loss that threatens to break her. This journey will test her like never before, forcing her to choose between the safety she craves and the relentless call of her destiny. In a world still reeling from chaos, a hero must find a new kind of power to protect those she loves. But when the enemy is a shadow, how do you fight for a future you can’t even see?

Genre
Fantasy
Author
jdill
Status
Complete
Chapters
14
Rating
n/a
Age Rating
16+

Prologue

Fury

Volume III: Wind

By: J. Dill

Forget Fury. Who needs a hero when I am so near? I could be dear to you too, if you would merely glance my way. I’ve certainly been looking at you. And I have to say, you are extraordinarily breathtaking. Perhaps even, remarkable‒what, you don’t see it‒? Of course you do. That’s why you came looking for me. I think you know that I can show you more. With me, you will shimmer. Shine brightly enough to blind all those who never noticed you. Become powerful enough to snatch back all that was so unjustly ripped from beneath you. I’m here. So near, My. Dear. Join me on this journey. I promise, even in all the chaos, you will be seen. I am building something so wonderful for you. The sting of isolation is gone. I am wrapped around you now. Snugly. Perhaps even, warmly? You see it don’t you? Certainly, you feel it. My grasp. Or, more accurately and importantly, you don’t feel anything at all. And, Lovely One, isn’t that so fantastically freeing?