Gabriel, blind and scarred, wanders aimlessly, haunted by memories of his lost love. He remembers the thorns that took his eyes better than he remembers her face.
To him, his life is nothing. He exists only to suffer.
It takes meeting a woman with s...
(A/N): This is a repost of a book I wrote many years ago. The first version is currently unpublished on Wattpad.
If you know me, you know I often rewrite fairy tales, and have been doing so for a long time. This is the first in a 5 book dark fantasy series where I took a few different fairy tale characters and dropped them into a world full of monsters to see how their stories might tangle up. It's all one story, not a short story collection. (In case that was confusing.)
This story will get a bit more mature as time goes on, but for now it's pretty tame.
Enjoy.
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Have you ever thought you could die before you stopped breathing?
Have you ever grasped everything in your hand—everything you've ever wanted—only to have that hand ripped off and made as carrion for the birds?
We were all like that in a way. Each of us waved goodbye to happiness—some of us, even before happiness began.
It wasn't just me. I understand that now.
Everyone's life is a story, from the day of birth 'til death, each day posing new misfortunes and pending dreams.
In this world of darkness, few have happy endings and even fewer have any aspirations of one.
When we're gone, they'll talk about us like we were just stories, but that's not all that we are. We're people. There were reasons for the things we did, and they might not have all been right, but we were only human—no matter what our appearance was on the outside.
I just want you to know. Please try not to forget...
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The night in Port Nigel was dark and dreary. It had started early on in the day with a drizzle of rain that had continued steadily until it drenched everything in its cold blanket. The drops softened the dirt between the cobblestones that made the streets, even managing to raise the water level by a few inches. Productive work was stunted for most parties, and so the few dozen citizens who dwelled in this rotting town kept to their houses and beneath their stoops. Once darkness had fallen, most had retired early, but not all were locked within their homes.
