this is who we are, angels by day, monsters by night. singing "we are who they made us", "monsters, yet peace makers", "we are the angels of madness".

Book Three: Rae’s fragile emotions are becoming unhinged. Lochlann demands she keeps the bond with his brother secret, and the duties of High Priestess threaten to crush her rebellious nature, diminishing her glow. Breandan is her warrior, her light in the dark, but even he cannot hope to protect Rae from her own blood, and the extremes his need to possess her push him to. At odds with his kin, struggling with his own purpose, he fights for his claim on Rae to be honored. The he-witch gathers power, and the land is disquieted. Cael’s evil taints everything he touches, and the sky burns red, a herald of his war. But something about him draws Rae, compels her to seek him out. Rae must break the irons of doom to embrace her fate. She must become the Priestess demonkind cry out for, and wield magics that are hers by birthright. Or watch from the arms of her love as the Wyld perishes in flames. (Previously titled Demon Dark).

Okay I started this to be light poetry.. but then it became serious.. then bit dark... And I have no idea if it will get really darker... I thought my thoughts are light but they always turn dark ... so good luck with it ... Enjoy

Still dabbling.