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She had the sharpest thorns, in form of mordant words that punctured through people like a sword ablaze. The warmth of her inferno sent a furor through the mind, a wild man in her wake. She rose her weapon with the tip of her red painted nails that could be discerned as talons―ripping through the atrocity of her foes.
She wasn't a force to be reckoned with. Not in this life. But things often oscillate to dismay and this time, she encountered a partner instead of an opponent. He was equally renowned and treacherous, his eyes aflame with passion to ruin and rise. He was her other half―both of them meeting in a circle of embodied ruins.
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When a sorceress meets a band of delinquents to execute her aim and amplify her powers; things turn into a mayhem of discernment and mistrust. In order to achieve what they both desire, they attempt to climb over their differences. But it isn't so easy when there's deviltry and stigma circling their existing wounds and exceptionally when there's a dark force meddling with their emotions and judgement.
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here's a new book. and of course it has to be fantasy. hope u enjoy reading <3
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