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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SHE HELPS ME up, I lift my aching leg and stretch it slowly; there's an annoying soreness in my calf, but happiness, incredulity, and other emotions have awakened me.
There is only one door in this room, and my Gaz can't open it. My Gaz. I have to metabolize the swarm of butterflies in my stomach that is being released. She breaks it down, delivering a powerful kick full of energy, and from inside the room, a frightened scream rises.
"Can you walk, Raor?"
I give a thumbs up. The person who screamed is Hahbell Searle. Yes, we made it, damn it. The prince is crouched on a modest bed with an iron railing, dressed in black as is typical of him, with frizzy hair and an expression of nervousness and amazement painted together.
"Sir Raor!" He explodes with relief, jumping off the mattress. "You came to save me!"
"I asked you to drop the formalities," I remind him.
"Oh, right. Well, that's amazing!" He looks me over from head to toe first, then Gaz. "How did you find me? And the lady... who is she?"
I'm sure the question is what she is and not who she is, because his eyes keep falling on Gaz's pointed ears. Then he answers himself, "By all the forces of ancient magic! Are you a Yiddishet, miss?"
She nods nonchalantly and looks at me. "Raor, the sword isn't here." She searches around, in the corners of the prison.
From my feet, the golden line of Ecliptic's energy springs, darting under Bell's bed. I kneel, a little tired, and my hand goes in search of nothing... no, wait. I put my whole arm in. I think I feel something.
