He's the 𝐜𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐞𝐝 knight.
She's the 𝐀𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐥.
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BOOK 1 | CELESTIAL FLAMES SAGA
⚜️ PLOT ⚜️
Tormented by his curse, 𝐑𝐀𝐎𝐑, a Changeling raised among the Unseelie Fairies, hunts Demons. The world he lives in, Draiganteor, is populated by al...
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IT'S THE SECOND day of our journey, and this morning there's the promise of a downpour. The sky closed by gray clouds is an apocalyptic scene that, instead of frightening me, fascinates me, because everything that happens here has its own beauty.
The wild lands don't ask for permission to take your life; they just do it. They can give you unforgettable glimpses, make you feel the violence of the sea crashing against the cliffs and releasing its white foam sprays, and use the chilling wind to remind you that you are just a frail body walking. Here, laws don't exist, and the only rule is that you can encounter anything. The Unknown is the best name they could have given this continent, whose ruthless charm I did not expect.
"We need shelter," insists Ainnir. Her knees are tucked against her chest. The fire we lit during our lunch break is weak.
"The Scáthanna swarm in ruins and abandoned places. It's very risky to seek shelter there."
I've been staring at Raor's profile, who just spoke, for what seems like half an hour. His warm voice is the most enveloping thing there is, and I felt the need to sit close to him.
I am worrying about what he thinks of me as each day grows. My conflicting feelings are driving me crazy. I want to hate him, and I want him close, I want to fight with him and then provoke him, see his reaction...
