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The Black Crow killed Sam's dad, and now he has killed Sam. But Sam is not dead. That death was the sixth of his seven lives, and now he has one remaining life - to come back and kill The Black Crow. For that is his destiny. This book is part of the Breakouts series. It is perfect for readers who have gained a bit more confidence in reading and who are after a more challenging read, but who aren't yet ready for longer, more demanding reads.

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Publié par

Ransom Publishing Limited

Date de parution

10 avril 2014

Nombre de lectures

EAN13

9781785911408

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English

“ Back Crow’s eyes lased red wît ury. Hîs next bow came în an înstant. hîs tîme Sam was too sow. He et te cod bade pîercîng îs back. ït pused troug îs rîb cage, îs les. he sarp poînt emerged at te ront. Streaks o bood covered te back bade. ‘Revenge?’ He eard Back Crow aug. ‘ïs tîs wat you ca revenge? Dyîng îke a scared dog, more îkey.’ ”

The Last Time I Died by Fanie Viljoen

Published by Ransom Publishing Ltd. Unit 7, Brocklands Farm, West Meon, Hampshire GU32 1JN, UK www.ransom.co.uk

ISBN 978 178591 140 8 First published in 2016

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THE LAST TIME I DIED

Fanie Viljoen

ONE DYING DAY

he sword struck îke a bot o îgtnîng. ït crased înto Sam Carver’s bade. he sock sent îm reeîng. He staggered. he man în te back coak smîed grîmy. ‘Had enoug, young master Sam?’ e asked. Hîs monstrous ace twîsted. ‘No!’ crîed Sam. he boy seemed oder and wîser tan oters o îs age: sîxteen. here was a determînatîon în îs eyes. Wît îs sword at te ready, Sam straîgtened up. ‘You kîed my ater, Back Crow. ï’ ave your bood.’ he crowd watcîng rom a sae dîstance auged. Sam

sot a sîdeward gance at tem. A bunc o ugy bastards. Dîrty. And scared o Back Crow. Everybody în Od Town was scared o îm. He ad înluence. Peope wo dîdn’t agree wît îm dîsappeared. Some say tey were beeaded and et or te woves în te orest. Oters were tortured în secret dungeons beow te rotten cîty streets. I won’t be one o tem, decîded Sam.hîs tîme I’ll ave my revenge. hen a ace caugt îs eye în te crowd. A man în îs ortîes and a rîend o îs ater’s. Peter. He seemed to be prayîng. No, e was murmurîng sometîng: ‘Stop. Pease stop, Sam.’ he swoos o Back Crow’s sword brougt Sam back to reaîty. he bade sîced troug îs sîrt, îs skîn. A stream o bood came gusîng out. he sîny red îquîd seemed unrea. he paîn was îke a red-ot poker. But ît sarpened Sam’s senses. He attacked. Hîs dad’s sîver sword was îke a ungry monster, întent on devourîng îts prey. he cras o meta on meta ecoed în te town square. Clang! Woos! Bang! Sam’s înjured arm et weak, but e pused troug te paîn. he darkness în Back Crow’s eyes spurred îm on. ‘Arg!’ crîed Back Crow, as e aunced anoter

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