A young Victorian archaeologist finds herself flung into a fantasy world populated only by women, where she must battle for her life to stop an evil high priestess's sorcery from destroying her.

Σκοτάδι, υγρασία και φωνές. Μια πολύ δυνατή φωνή αντηχεί σε όλη την σπηλιά φωνάζοντας ή μάλλον παρακαλώντας για βοήθεια. Αυτή η οσμή του σκουριασμένου μετάλλου νιώθω πως θα μου τρυπήσει τα ρουθούνια.Ο εκκωφαντικός θόρυβος των αλυσίδων να τρίβονται πάνω στα μαύρα βότσαλα της σπηλιάς που ποτίζονται από το αίμα και τα δάκρυα της αντηχούν στο κεφάλι μου. Είναι τυφλή, δεν βλέπει, κάτι καλύπτει τα μάτια της ενώ το φως του φεγγαριού λούζει τα μαλλιά της και από το φως γεμίζουν μέχρι και τα σύμβολα γύρω της. "Χέιτς,Χέιτς με ακούς;" Μια σκοτεινή θυσία, μια σφραγίδα και μια αιώνια φυλακή την δεσμεύει. Λοιπόν ναι, τώρα βλέπω ξεκάθαρα τον δρόμο που πρέπει να παρω!

Just some words woven into lines making the fabric of a poem; sometimes prose. #1 poetry #1 book of poems #1 poembook #2 prose #4 motivation #7 poem { Copyright © 2021, Anna Woods}

What if something you never meant to share suddenly wasn't yours anymore? What would you do? Cecilia Moore and Rowan Sinclair meet by chance over the last chocolate éclair. It's brief, forgettable, and meant to stay that way. Instead, they become friends. Slowly. Quietly. Through shared routines and unfinished conversations. What they build feels safe because it remains undefined no expectations, no promises, no risk of loss. Rowan grows attached first, though he never says it. Cecilia notices the shift, but refuses to name it. Cecilia keeps her feelings in a set of private notes she never intended anyone else to read. She shows them to only one person she trusts. But once something private leaves your hands, it stops belonging to you. And slowly, almost quietly, one private confession begins to move through her life setting off a chain reaction Cecilia can't stop, and can never take back. © skiilore