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The Outcast
The Time Master Trilogy—Book Two
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Tarod alone knew the nature of the supernatural force locked within his soul—and he knew that it must be thwarted, no matter what the sacrifice. Denounced by his fellow adepts as a demon, betrayed even by those he loved, he had unleashed a power that twisted the fabric of time, to put himself beyond the reach of that monstrous force and avert the pandemonium that threatened the world.
He thought that nothing could break through the barrier he had created.
He was wrong...
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About the Author
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Louise Cooper began writing stories when she was at school to entertain her friends. She continued to write and her first full-length novel was published when she was only twenty years old. Since then she has become a prolific writer of fantasy, renowned for her bestselling Time Master trilogy. Her other interests include music, folklore, mythology and comparative religion.
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Reviews
Cooper writes with good characterization and suspense, and her plots encourage quick, involved reading. —Kliatt
Where The Initiate was the story of Tarod's background and an insight into his mind, he is almost a secondary character in this book. The Outcast, while ostensibly about Tarod, focuses on the impressions of Cyllan, the drover-girl who befriended Tarod in the first book. By the book's end, Chaos has been unleashed even further—and often by the most unwitting parties. An excellent read...a fast-paced mystery. —The North Spire
Excerpt
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"You think you know me," Tarod whispered savagely. "But you're wrong, Cyllan, you're wrong!"
"I'm not wrong!" she answered, her voice edged with pain. "I know what you are -- a demon. A thing of Chaos!"
Tarod laughed. "Chaos," he said softly. "No, Cyllan, you're not wrong." He drew her towards him until her body pressed hard against him and he could feel the rapid pulse of her heart. "But you are...misguided." His free hand rose, pushed the pale hair from her face.
"I'm no demon...I'm man enough." His voice was sibilant, persuasive. "Have I no warmth, Cyllan? No life?" And before she could twist away, he bent his face to hers and kissed her...
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