Streams of the Final Shores

By Meyari McFarland

and she couldn't see a thing.

Dream, nightmare, it has hard to tell the difference between that and reality. Until she spoke, light bloomed, and Madeline realized that she was in more trouble than expected.

She was covered with blood. Cuts, bruises, swelling and broken bones. Madeline stared, heart beating faster until she broke free.

And realized that the dream might be realer than reality.

Streams of the Final Shores takes you to a magic realm and grants you knowledge of power, truth and freedom that queer readers are sure to love.

• Language: English
• Publisher: MDR Publishing
• Release date: Nov 4, 2018
• ISBN: 9781386891413

Meyari McFarland

Meyari McFarland has been telling stories since she was a small child. Her stories range from SF and Fantasy adventures to Romances but they always feature strong characters who do what they think is right no matter what gets in their way. Her series range from Space Opera Romance in the Drath series to Epic Fantasy in the Mages of Tindiere world. Other series include Matriarchies of Muirin, the Clockwork Rift Steampunk mysteries, and the Tales of Unification urban fantasy stories, plus many more. You can find all of her work on MDR Publishing's website at www.MDR-Publishing.com.

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Streams of the Final Shores

Streams of the Final Shores

Meyari McFarland

MDR Publishing

Contents

Other Books by Meyari McFarland:

Streams of the Final Shores

Author's Note: Hearts of Magic

1. First Gate

2: Working the Rigging

Other Books by Meyari McFarland:

Afterword

Author Bio

Other Books by Meyari McFarland:

Day Hunt on the Final Oblivion

Day of Joy

Immortal Sky

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A New Path

Following the Trail

Crafting Home

Finding a Way

Go Between

Like Arrows of Fate

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Out of Disaster

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The Shores of Twilight Bay

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Coming Together

Following the Beacon

The Solace of Her Clan

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You can find these and many other books at www.MDR-Publishing.com. We are a small independent publisher focusing on LGBT content. Please sign up for our mailing list to get regular updates on the latest preorders and new releases and a free ebook!

Copyright ©2018 by Mary Raichle

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Print ISBN: 978-1-64309-028-3

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Streams of the Final Shores

Madeline bent and braced her hands against her thighs. So much pain. Her back, thighs, calves. God, her calves felt like they were a half second away from cramping for eternity. Even the soles of her feet ached from the hike. Arms. Shoulders. Neck. That felt like she was getting stabbed.

It was so dark, too. She couldn't see her feet, not clearly at any rate. The darkness enveloped her, obscured everything around her. It felt alive. Velvet and big cats breathing just behind you as they waited for you to fall.

Not that she heard anything at all. Even her panting was quiet. Silent really. No noise, no smells, just the pain and the darkness that kept her from telling where she was going, where she'd been. Madeline straightened up and sighed. Dark, dark grey with dim shapes like trees in the distance that she never quite reached. In front, behind, either side, all she could see was the darkness.

I hurt, Madeline said except her voice was silent as the darkness. She kept talking anyway because it was true and it didn't matter if she wouldn't be heard. Just saying the words mattered. I hurt. I'm tired. I want to get there. Wherever there is. This better not be pointless. I won't accept it if it is. I matter. I do!

The more she said, the brighter things got. The taller she stood, the better she could see. As she grumbled, dawn appeared on the horizon, silhouetting the trees and transforming them into distant sky scrapers. The last bit got Madeline a burst of light that showed her a green, growing, beautiful world. Plants, flowers and grass and shrubs and lovely little