This is the translation of my book My Dead Orpheus, written in Italian. I'm working on the translation by myself, so please be kind, and if you find any mistakes, feel free to comment and correct me! In fact, I would be happy if you did ❤️
Initially, I'll be publishing once a week. When my study commitments become less demanding, I hope to return to posting every other day (or at least a couple of times a week).
Between tomorrow and the day after, I'll publish the prologue... so add the story to your library!!! ❤️
I also wanted to tell you that all the places I mention in this story actually exist. I wanted to use a real setting to help me with descriptions, but often the similarities are purely geographical and have nothing to do with real people and/or organizations (for example: Campbell High School really exists in Atlanta, but I made up everything related to it, including the football team!).
So, as they say on these occasions: any resemblance to real people and/or events is purely coincidental.
Enjoy!
PS: All the cemeteries are real too, but in none of them will you find Orpheus' grave [cries].
See you soon!
L.V.
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My dead Orpheus. The awakening
FantasyHigh school is not a welcoming place if you have braces and unsettling violet eyes. Eurydice Arden, sixteen years old, knows this all too well, constantly enduring bullying and injustice from her classmates. If she were a normal teenager, she would...
