I want out. Please god of death. I'm asking you, no- begging you to get me out of this. Why do the goddess of time and the god of change hate me so much? Why won't you help me? Dying hurts. I've died three times, each different and worse than the last. The first time the god stabbed me in the heart with a rusty knife. He twisted the knife and left me bleeding out on an altar. The second time, he forced me to sit at a lavish feast with my friends, and he poisoned the wine in my cup. It ate my insides slowly, and I couldn't even cry out. I just sat there. The third time, Lizeh became the god's puppet. She strangled me to death and I could do nothing to stop her. Please, god. We have a deal. You never make deals with mortals, much less give them enchanted notebooks so that they can contact you easily, so you must care about me, if only a little. Please. I am begging you. Help me.
- February 2nd, 1770 (The fourth death)
(Excerpt from Hanna's diary)
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The Blood Of Gods
ФэнтезиSixteen year old Hanna is imprisoned in a time loop by two gods: The god of change and the goddess of time. She doesn't know what she did to anger them, but she'll do anything to avoid the painful death that occurs at the end of each loop.
