His body ached and his soul carved for the blissful emptiness of death. The boy didn't know how long the torture took. Days? Months? He would often wake up to the gleaming eyes of the Storytellers as they carved his skin out and cut and sewed pieces of him. At one point he felt the knife on his face and the agony was indescribable. He hated them then and wished with every fiber of his being every curse upon them and upon himself for being a fool and wanting this Role.
"Yes, hate it. Hate it all." The Storytellers would murmur in cooing voices, muttering about music and hatred and injustice.
And the boy dreamed of flames and wings. Of skulls and empty promises.
And wished himself gone.
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Of Roses & Angels
FantasyBEAUTY AND THE BEAST meets THE PHANTOM OF THE OPERA in THE LABYRINTH in this new fantasy! (cover by @marvelity) When Rose Villeneuve is chosen by the Storytellers as "Belle" she knows that the rulers of her kingdom want her to forsake her own soul...
