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NATE TEMPLE HAS HOLES IN HIS SOUL, BOTH IMAGINED AND REAL… And the only way to patch his soul back together is to go back to where it all began. To where he began. To where a Manling was born… To a dangerous boy named Wylde. Because to have any hope at standing against Mordred—to save Camelot and St. Louis alike—he must learn what it means to be a Catalyst. A little boy must know his legend—his origin. And he must learn the painful truth that his entire life has been meticulously planned and laid out like the steps to a choreographed dance. And that Mordred is just another dance card in a long line of future suitors at the Temple Ball. If Nate can survive the dance, that is… Let’s discover what dangers a little boy can get into when his imagination is more real than reality itself… When the powers of life and death can be heard in the absent humming of a little boy playing in the woods with his cat… Because behind every Song is a Mask waiting to be born. Or destroyed…
Author
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