Fate is a curious thing. It burned its marks into the skin of Naele, just like it does with everyone. But while the symbols that are supposed to guide you seem clear for everyone else, Naeles ones are twisted in weird and unreadable ways. Being told to just follow the clearest lines and try to blend in, she finds herself in charge of an old medicine shop. But the life of the middle-aged woman twists and changes just like the marks on her skin. Suddenly she gets dragged into a war, with her wits as her only weapon. Still, Naele is ready to fight for her people, even when it means defying fate itself.

You shouldn't tempt a goddess. Eleanor knows very well not to draw attention to herself, especially not from the ruthless Soliste. Ever since a bargain binds her to their city, the goddess demands a sacrifice. Each year she is back for more, and those who are picked suffer a horrendous fate. The goddess doesn't know mercy, she only knows hunger. Still, Eleanor deems herself save from the curse, just like many do. Because it is never someone you know who pays the price. It is never you. Until it is. ⚠️𝐂𝐨𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠 ⚠️ Although this book doesn't contain smut, there are some graphic descriptions of violence that might make it unsuitable for some readers. Given English isn't my first language, it might also have some "triggering" spelling and grammar errors.

Poems for restless souls

Marnick kent niets anders dan de glazen muren van het Extaterres laboratorium. Al jaren lang wordt zijn lichaam gebruikt als onderdeel van een belangrijke machine. Maar dat verandert als hij Albie ontmoet. Het kind van de eigenaar is een geniale uitvinder die een hekel heeft aan de praktijken van het familiebedrijf. Al snel beloofd hen om Marnick te helpen, zelfs al moet hen de wetten van tijd en ruimte daarvoor breken.