Debbie H. Kaiah
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June 2025
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Timelines of the Fallen: Book 1: Whispers of the Owl
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Timelines of the Fallen: Book 2: Tides of Salt and Sorrow
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Timelines of the Fallen: Book 3: The Skyborne Crown
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“The stars above them were distant, cold, yet constant, their light a silent witness to their resolve. Even in the darkest night, light endures. And they, too, would endure.”
― Timelines of the Fallen: Book 1: Whispers of the Owl
― Timelines of the Fallen: Book 1: Whispers of the Owl
“The stars above them were distant, cold, yet constant, their light a silent witness to their resolve. Even in the darkest night, light endures. And they, too, would endure.”
― Timelines of the Fallen: Book 1: Whispers of the Owl
― Timelines of the Fallen: Book 1: Whispers of the Owl
“And so she built—on paper, in models, in dreams. Each line she sketched wasn’t just design; it was a connection, a bridge between past and future, between the world and herself.”
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“A book is never just a book. First, it whispers. Then, it becomes a window. And before you know it, you’ve stepped into a whole new world.”
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“The Beginning - A Poem by Debbie
There’ll come a day, so soft, so near,
when silence shifts — and you will hear
a whisper deep, a breath, a cry:
the story waiting locked inside.
It wakes, it sings, it finds its light —
and that’s the day you start to write.”
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There’ll come a day, so soft, so near,
when silence shifts — and you will hear
a whisper deep, a breath, a cry:
the story waiting locked inside.
It wakes, it sings, it finds its light —
and that’s the day you start to write.”
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