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Some friendships are dangerous.... When Crystal and Etric find themselves in an unusual amount of trouble they should have realized that two people they never expected to see again had returned to their reality. Abby and Tristan are back... and so is Tabor, who has problems all his own.The crews of Freedom and Fame team up to save the emperor, protect the last remaining heir, and face the gods and demons as they again work to help Abby and Tristan in the latest battle of their long war.

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Bio of Lazette Gifford

On the day Lazette was born The Muses wept, mostly because they knew that one of them would have no rest for a long time. The Graces, always anxious to be certain their poor cousins had enough to do, dropped off the notice themselves. When The Muses saw the snippets of the future, they quailed at the work ahead. The Graces smirked, and quickly left before they were coerced into a new little project like that one that had somehow mutated into the Renaissance. The most difficult decision remaining to The Muses turned out to be which of them would take up the challenge of the little insomniac with far too much imagination. When they turned to Aoede, she pointed out that a new age of music had barely begun, and she already had her hands full preparing Elvis and Ringo. Erato, Euterpe, and Terpsichore -- who had all been rather disdainful of Rock and Roll until now -- suddenly found a true and abiding interest in it, and threw themselves into the work with Aoede before someone suggested that one of them take the problem child. They thought Calliope, being the oldest might stand a chance, but she (rather too quickly, the others thought) pointed out that the age of Epic Poetry was in abeyance, and it would hardly be fair to start a baby along that path. They almost argued... but Calliope always had the last word. Epic poets were like that. Clio waved them away and went back to the proliferation of post-war historians, and the others decided maybe she had more than enough already. Melete and Mneme took their cues from Earato, Euepre and Terpischore and decided that history needed all the help it could get. And that left Melpomene, who began to wail as soon as they turned to her -- but then she, being the muse of Tragedy, tended to do that quite often anyway. When the others pressed her anyway, she began to panic until she spotted her sister, Polymnia, busy with quill and paper, and so immersed in her work that she never even noticed the ruckus around her. Melphomene rushed to her side and put a hand on Polymnia ' s shoulder. "What now " Polymnia demanded, looking at Mel with utter exasperation. "I ' m in the middle of a scene! Why is it I can ' t get two pages written without some interruption For the love of the Gods, don ' t you eight have anything better to do than bother me " "We have a problem," Calliope said, barely able to hide a malicious grin. She ' d been waiting for the moment to get even ever since prose replaced poetry as the favored form, and now she knew she had her chance. "We ' ve been handed a child who needs a muse. We ' re all so busy, Poly. Maybe you... " "Yes, yes, fine. Just put the name in with the others." And she went back to writing, and sealed the baby ' s fate, as well as those of several poor, unsuspecting keyboards.

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Double Dragon Publishing

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eBook ISBN

9781554043194

Excerpt from: Freedom and Fame by Lazette Gifford

Abby and Tristan left the gray world behind, gladly turning their backs on everything they had found in this place. Liora had changed their lives, and Abby felt trepidation in that moment when they moved away, not just because they were heading for hell at last. They had grown apart --

I ' m here, Abby. I ' ve always been here.

Abby should have felt relief. Instead, he felt anxiety. He wanted to forget Liora. He wanted her out of his mind, out of his life and out of his thoughts --

"Let her go." Tristan said it aloud this time, rather than just as words in his mind.

It was a strange whisper of sound in a place without time or distance, but through which they traveled in a line of wavering light. He looked back, not sure what he would see -- Liora Gix Tabor

"Abby "

"I want to get away from this place. I ' ll even gladly go to hell to get away from it."

But he meant more a place in his mind than the world that had already faded behind them.

"Look ahead," Tristan said. "Don ' t look back. There have been many we ' ve left behind -- don ' t let her be the one to bury the thoughts of other friends we ' ll never see again."

And they thought of others in that moment -- Dacey, Brendan, Petra -- dozens of people in so many places that he could not clearly remember them all.

And that gave him hope that he would forget her as well. He would let the grayness of Eliora ' s world melt into his memory, and be buried beneath the others. It would just take time.

And besides... look ahead. They still had work to do, the battle nearly finished. He couldn ' t clearly see where the path led this time, but they moved forward toward the piece of the Kiya that drew them on.

"It twists, Abby," Tristan said. He even stopped, which he had never done before. It made Abby nervous, standing here in this not-real place with magic and light moving around them. "It ' s as though -- the piece doesn ' t lead us straight to hell. As though the piece we follow has moved."

"A trap," Abby said.

"Oh, beyond a doubt. And perhaps something more. Perhaps Gix doesn ' t want you in his hell. That might be something to know. But we go somewhere else, Abby. I feel the piece of the Kiya turning aside."

To a new world, a different battle. To new people.

And could he trust them

Even Tristan didn ' t answer.