*ALL RIGHTS RESERVED* Clarisse Hornitt is a nerd. Or a geek. But, not your typical nerd/geek, as she won't put up with bullshit and will promptly tell you how it is regardless to how it makes you feel. She manages to get into a physical altercation with a certain football player at her high school...and well...drops herself into a whole mess of trouble she'd never expected. *ALL RIGHTS RESERVED*

-A crown of stars book I- Gilryn Locklore, a highborn Lady of the Elvin Court, is an unfathomable beauty that prefers to spend her days wandering around the dark and dangerous Everforest. With five elder brothers, she is not quite what one would describe a proper young lady to be. She hunts, fishes and has learned to fight with the best of them, yet none of this has prepared her for the journey that is laid out for her. Her father, King Garrik of Ellavorn, has promised her to the prince of a much darker country than that of her own. She is to be sold, blood-bound to a man she has only ever had hatred for, but she will not stand down, will not subject herself to her fathers careless wishes, and so; she runs... She runs as far as the Everforest will allow her to traipse, only to discover a land she had no idea existed along with a people that entrap her in their dungeon. What awaits Gilryn on her journey? Will her scorned Prince come to her aid, only to imprison her in a cell of his own, or will she find herself connected to a people... to a man who wears the moon upon his neck. (A check mark beside chapter names means I have edited the chapter)

"They say that before you an I had ever existed there was a kingdom and within its borders a world of magic." "And what happened to this kingdom Mama?" The older woman hummed softly, braiding the childs hair with gentle fingers, "The kings and queens of the surrounding realms saw danger in this kingdoms residents, for you see, it was the only land where magic resided. Together the waged a war against the potential threat to protect their subjects. The war was long. But eventually the kingdom of magic was purged." The little girl peered up at her mother, wide eyed, "but what of the men and ladies who use magic today?" "There were few that were spared in that war. the magic users we see today are their decedents. They side with kingdoms as they see fit and aid us." She peered at her reflection in awe, "All of them?" At this her mother gave pause, "...no, not all. There is one who claims no alliance. She is an ally to no kingdom." The child wrinkled her nose in confusion, "so she helps everyone?" "No..this sorceress is not kind like the few you have met through your father. She wishes for nothing more than destruction." "why?" "No one knows my dear child. Nor do we wish to cross paths with her even if it means to discover why." "But..wouldn't it help to ask her?" "It is not that simple dear. one day you will understand." The child hummed a bit, "okay." The room plunged into silence. "Hey mama?" "Yes dear?" "What is that ladies name?" The mother shook her head slightly, "No one knows, not really. She is shrouded in darkness, her identity a mystery besides the rumors that float around her. But they call her Sin." The little girl cocked her head to the side, "and what did Sin do with her magic if she didn't help people with her power?" At this the mother blanched, "She became the greatest assassin that ever lived."

When Gracie Granger was born the doctor who delivered her died of sudden heart failure. On her sixth birthday her uncle hung himself in her closet. Three months later her aunt drove off a cliff after dropping her off. On her 13th birthday her best friends family was murdered four hours after she left. After Which Gracie's parents moved them away allowed her to be hime schooled. "My name is Grace and People around me have this terrible habit of dying."

"I do not know what to tell you Mrs King. I have done as you asked. It is not my fault you dislike the results of your own decisions." The woman before me blinked rapidly, "My decisions? No I never decided any of this!" "...But you asked. What is known cannot be forgotten. It was your decision to peruse that lead to your pain." Abruptly she stood, her perfectly manicured fingers drumming on the tile counter, "no Delilah. I come to you because I need advice to give my husband to better our future. I pay you for that and that alone!" I sighed, "you do not. I am not here to tell you what you desire. I tell you what I see. I tell you what simply is and what will be." She started to pace, like some trapped animal. "I don't understand! because I found you we were saved from bankruptcy, you have never lead me astray and you have never told me something so terrible!" "Nothing so...terrible has shown itself to me before that concerns you." She shook her head, "tell me how to fix it!" "you cannot." "Now Delilah!" "You cannot. The boy will die." ~~ Delilah is a quiet girl, a seer who works for a wealthy woman by the name of Mrs. King. And then she tells her what no mother wants to hear. When the future isn't what Delilah is supposed to say. her life changes in a way not even she saw coming.

Gizmo, owner of her own shop Curiosities and Oddities, was everything and anything one wold expect of a woman of her time. Independant. Smart. A soon to be spinster. Bitter. Inventor. Mad scientist. Harlot. or so the rumors go. ~~ "Miss Gizmo!" I peered up from the latest addition to my shop, the two headed swine was an interesting find but oddly hard to sell, "Hello Mr Earnheart how's the leg?" The older man grinned broadly at me, "don't tell my wife dear girl but you are an angel sent from the lord himself." That I doubted severely. "not a single problem thanks to you, you really must stop by for dinner as a thanks sometime." I sighed, "ah but your ninny wife would be terribly convinced we were committing sin with one another." He laughed, despite the fact I had just called his wife a ninny, waving me off. "bollocks, you deserve a good home cooked meal and some company now and again." Did I now? "I see." "Yes, and my nephew is here in London for the time being, I am sure he would be delighted to meet you." Another old man trying to marry me into the family? I shook my head, "I assure you I am fine without such attentions Mr. Earnheart." He shook his head, "your seventeen now, two more years and you will start earning the title of spinster. I married my wife when she was fourteen." Marriage again, why does everyone insist upon talking marriage, its such a dreadfully boring topic, "I'm afraid I'm married to my work, unfortunately a woman cannot have two loves and thus one would end in divorce. I can honestly say my shop will not be my divorcée." He looked disappointed but knew me well enough to drop the subject, "oh and miss Gizmo?" "hmmm?" "My wife say's there is a rumor of man poking around the back alleys of London, shady one at that. Be careful when walking home?" I pulled my pistol from its hidden place amongst my clothes, "I'm one you need to worry about, I assure you."