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Reader,
I really hope you enjoyed this book.
House of Dolls is a five-book series, and there are a few spin-offs books as well, most notably Child of Chaos, which serves as a prequel to House of Dolls.
Anyway.
Your reviews are greatly appreciated, and if you enjoyed this book, please take a moment to review House of Dolls and let other readers know.
Yours in sanity,
Harmon Cooper – writer.harmoncooper@gmail.com
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Prologue: The Woman
There were signs of a struggle in the warehouse, but anyone stumbling upon them would really have to pay attention to the concrete flooring to find the treasure beneath—a treasure in the form of a towering man with red skin, a Type II Class C with the ability to grow spiked protrusions from his body—a man named Ian Turlock.
A dead man, but a treasure to the right person.
And the hooded woman standing over Ian Turlock’s gravesite was indeed the right person. Her eyes narrowed on the bulge in the concrete, her face twitching ever so slightly.
It had been a hasty cover-up; had she been responsible for hiding the body, she would have sunk the big man deep enough into the concrete to make extraction all but impossible.
The work of an amateur, someone not fully aware of their power.
With a smirk on her face, the woman raised her hand over Ian Turlock’s resting place, the sleeve of her robe dropping open as her fingers curled.
The concrete began to move.
A whirlpool formed over the surface of the concrete as the red man’s crippled body was unearthed. Once Ian was out, his form floating above the ground, the concrete hardened again, creating a flat surface for the mysterious woman to rest the dead body.
“What a pity.” The woman crouched before Ian, running her hand along the protrusions that had been turned around, used to skewer him in what had ultimately been his death.
She started there, her unique power moving through her as she reversed the course of Ian’s protrusions, growing them back into his body and repairing his red flesh.
Ian’s eyes flickered open, the pupils now completely black.
It wasn’t easy to reanimate the dead, but it was something the hooded woman was entirely capable of.
