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One Last Hope
One Last Hope
One Last Hope
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One Last Hope

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A universe under siege. Only Debra holds the key to salvation. To her granddaughter it must go.

But an unspeakable horror blocks the way.

And only one chance left.

Grab this short story of spellbinding epic fantasy and enjoy the showdown of a lifetime!

 

LanguageEnglish
Release dateNov 25, 2018
ISBN9781386376194
One Last Hope
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Jonathan Evan Hudson

Widely traveled, Jonathan Evan Hudson spends as much time studying life as he does writing gripping tales of fantastic adventures. From the giant redwoods of California to the deserts of Israel, his thrilling stories all draw on first-hand experiences and expand them with the fantastic and his acclaimed creativity.

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    One Last Hope - Jonathan Evan Hudson

    One Last Hope

    One Last Hope

    JONATHAN EVAN HUDSON

    SWORDPULP STUDIOS

    Contents

    Chapter 1

    Chapter 2

    Chapter 3

    Chapter 4

    About the Author

    Epic Fantasies by Jonathan Evan Hudson

    Chapter

    One

    Standing tall on the concrete porch, Debra squinted at the thicket of thorny bushes that barricaded her cottage in from the dark tangled woodland beyond. The earthy smell of stagnant soggy soil spiced minty sweet from the violet lilies bouncing in the gentle breeze beside the porch.

    Only a dozen feet of trim grass between her and that haunted hedge now.

    From the ridge of small grassy hilltops nearby. Bright and green from the promise of what laid beyond.

    That fence of bushes blocking her only sprouted up to her waist. Their twisted twigs and branches as sharp as the thorns. All so sharp they could draw blood by a look alone.

    The silence colder than a lonely grave.

    Sending another shiver through her old bones. Her plain cotton dress not much protection from the elements or anything else.

    Or the pine bowl in her hand. With a precious glowing amber jelly shaped as a large wet acorn.

    But the brick walls of her cottage somehow protected her from the

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