Though he was born and raised in Southeastern Idaho, Kody Boye has lived in the state of Texas since 2010. His first short story, [A] Prom Queen's Revenge, was published at the age of fourteen. He has since gone on to publish numerous works of fiction, including the young-adult novels When They Came, The Beautiful Ones, The Midnight Spell and ALT CONTROL ENTER, as well as fiction for adults. He currently lives and writes in the Rio Grande Valley of South Texas.
A Cursed Cold. The Plague Bloom, #3
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- ISBN8215224298
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- Date de parution11/02/2023
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- ÉditeurWMG Publishing
Résumé
After years of a chilling reign, Pfatuan, the false god of the Dudak Wastes, is gone. But with his absence comes a slew of other problems. With winter rapidly descending upon the valley, and a Kakadarian warrior falling ill from a malicious poison, things appear to be hopeless-until a great beast of legend flies in from the mountains, bringing both joy, and fear, to the Wastes. As concerns grow over the beast's appearance, and our people's chances for surviving the winter turn grim after an unprecedented attack, both the Kakadar Elders, and the Grand Sages and Sky Elves, come to an agreement.
We will journey north to beg for aid and make trade with the people who arrived in the Wastes decades ago, and pray that they will take pity on us. It may be our only hope for survival.
We will journey north to beg for aid and make trade with the people who arrived in the Wastes decades ago, and pray that they will take pity on us. It may be our only hope for survival.























