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Hi, lovelies! Welcome to hell!
I'D LIKE to start by saying that I do not own the Throne of Glass series and all rights and credit go to Sarah J. Maas aside from that of my original characters and plot lines.
PLEASE REFRAIN from stealing anything regarding my characters unless I have specifically talked to you about it. If you would like to contact me regarding anything in that area, please feel free to DM me on Instagram (my username is in my bio), or on my message board. Things such as dialogue, plots, and characters will not be tolerated when stolen and will be reported for plagiarizing. Not cool, my dudes.
THIS SERIES will include detailed sexual content (Smut, if you will), though it will not be in this first book, the other books I intend to write will contain sexual content. If you are uncomfortable with that, please either skip those scenes or read whatever you feel comfortable with. I try to mark those chapters beforehand.
IN ADDITION to that, this book will deal with triggering topics. There will be detailed depictions of violence granted and injury, as well as mentions of mental health issues and various traumatic things. Other mature topics are included throughout the story. Please do not put yourself at risk by reading those scenes. Your mental health is more important than this story.
THIS BOOK is also a part of a multiverse including two of my two other fanfiction series': "A Court of Stars and Flame" ACOTAR fanfiction, and "House of Regret and Ruin" a Crescent city fanfiction. If you would like to read those, they are available on my page. And there might be a few mentions of some of those characters in this story!
ON THAT note, this book is quite literally an emotional rollercoaster. Good luck!
Thank you all for reading! It makes me so happy that people love what I put out there!
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Weapon of Time // THRONE OF GLASS FANFIC
Fanfiction(Book One in the Celestial series) ⚔️ She didn't remember much of her former life---except for perhaps the cool scent of the ocean breeze as it filled her nose, or the hard-set lines of her brother's face, maybe even the tune her mother had used to...
