Delirium - Danvers, Myra
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Living on the fringe of deep space, Iris is nothing like the woman she was Before. She's broken. A shadow. Running from a shady past filled with trauma and unspeakable pain, she's lost and trying not to be found. Numbing her anguish with boredom and opium. Because she knows he's coming. A vicious criminal. The enemy she used to love. Her biggest mistake. Fifteen years wasn't nearly long enough to dull the ache of what they lost. Scars branded too deep, wounds that never healed. They say pain is temporary, that it leads to personal growth. But Iris is a creature remade in blistering agony.…mehr

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Living on the fringe of deep space, Iris is nothing like the woman she was Before. She's broken. A shadow. Running from a shady past filled with trauma and unspeakable pain, she's lost and trying not to be found. Numbing her anguish with boredom and opium. Because she knows he's coming. A vicious criminal. The enemy she used to love. Her biggest mistake. Fifteen years wasn't nearly long enough to dull the ache of what they lost. Scars branded too deep, wounds that never healed. They say pain is temporary, that it leads to personal growth. But Iris is a creature remade in blistering agony. Forged by a drive to wreak havoc. He should have known better than to abduct and blackmail her. She will claim vengeance, or die trying. There are no heroes here. Only a pipe full of the good stuff and villains fighting over scraps.
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USA Today Bestselling Author of The Last Tritan, Atom and Evil, The Feral Court, and many more to come! Raised by her awesome parents in Canada's snowy north, Myra learned perseverance from an early age. She learned to speak in third person via extensive reading as a child, because... well... Northern Canada gets a LOT of snow. And when one isn't snowboarding, building quinzees, or waking up to teddy bears frozen to the floor (true story), one tends to read about places that are warm--even if being cold is preferable to being hot, every-damn-time. All that reading gave Myra the gypsy bug. So, after college, (where she majored in professional gypsying) she moved to a ski resort in British Colombia to be a ski bum and chase the winter, because the cold was in her bones and it never bothered her anyway. But then life caught up with her, as it does, and now she's stuffed full of enough life experience to write until transcendence (where she will be first in line to get a sweet android body and travel the universe until the end of time). So that's what she does when she's not listening to the voices or taking apart the electronics just to see their insides.