❝ Two broken souls scarred with the wounds from their demons,
playing a dangerous game of trust and love. ❞
❝Just as her eyes had once done, her voice pierced him.
Penetrating his mind, breaking him down.❞
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In which a cursed soul...
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❝CURSED TO WAKE only when a key is born, Tempest was utterly miserable. Spending centuries upon centuries asleep and robbed of life, destined to kill all those who possessed the ability to open the Valory Arch only to fall beck into a slumber once they were dead. She felt as though there was nothing in the world that would give her enough hope to ever dare to wish that her curse might be broken. That is until Evangeline Fox travels to Tempest's new home searching for her happily ever after.
Drawn to the key as she enters the Magnificent North, her path crosses with a certain blonde-haired prince. What will happen when the two enemies suddenly find themselves enthralled with each other? What will happen when her hope of breaking her curse finally blooms?❞
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"He was her dark fairytale and she was his twisted fantasy. Together they made magic."
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"Hold my hand in secret and kiss me when no one is looking."
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"Forbidden things have a secret charm."
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"Just like the moon, half do my heart will always like the dark."
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"Doubt thou that the stars are fire; Doubt thou that the sun doth move; Doubt truth to be a liar;
But never doubt that I love."
- William Shakespeare
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IN THE beginning, we are nothing other than space and love and dust.
Infinite beings born of nothing more than conscious darkness. Forged from stars and shadows. Melded together with an eternal stone, two becoming one. Opposite beings united into a memory. A life.
And then we are thrust into a reality of torment and heartbreak. Forced down and down with an inescapable weight on our shoulders. Born anew with every passing day. Cracked and broken and shattered. Split between the magnificence of decay and unending eternity. No longer a blissful existence of unfathomable nothingness.
Yet there is elegance in such a survival of hardship and triumph.
We live. We survive. We find joy in the smallest of things. We embrace our darkness as our own even as we hope the sun will soon shine. Night in one hand, day in the other, we thrive. We learn.
Such is the beauty of existence.
And then, once more we fade into no more than shadows. Returned to where we began; to the beginning.
In the end, we are nothing other than space and love and dust.
