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    Blood, Sweat, and Flame. A Short Story
    Blood, Sweat, and Flame. A Short Story
    Blood, Sweat, and Flame. A Short Story
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    Blood, Sweat, and Flame. A Short Story

    By J.F. Penn

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    Is victory worth blood, sweat, and flame?

     

    Cass blows glass for a living — but when she's not cranking out tourist pieces to pay the bills, she creates unique glass art with the dream of winning a prestigious award that might just change her life.

     

    But Cass has a problem.

     

    The heat and intensity of the glassblowing hot shop have damaged her eyesight — and time is running out.

     

    She only has one chance left to win and a rival artisan stands in her way, the trophies on his shelf testament to his enduring popularity.

     

    When his son comes to work alongside Cass, she must make a choice that will change their lives.

    A choice that will cost Blood, Sweat, and Flame.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherCurl Up Press
    Release dateNov 3, 2022
    ISBN9781913321925
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    J.F. Penn

    Oxford educated, British born J.F.Penn has traveled the world in her study of religion and psychology. She brings these obsessions as well as a love for thrillers and an interest in the supernatural to her writing. Her fast-paced thrillers weave together historical artifacts, secret societies, global locations, violence, a kick-ass protagonist and a hint of the supernatural. - See more at: http://jfpenn.com/#sthash.4kXn567K.dpuf

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