[Wattpad Picks: Editors' Choice] Saoirse's blood dances with iron and trickery, a secret she has managed to sheathe from all faery alike. Until now, that is. When Saoirse's cunning and charade is shredded to bits by the malevolent interfering of faery royalty, Saoirse makes a vow of thorns; edged and prickly, one dan...
I am his siren, and I sing out for him; FORLORN NIGHTS OF SPRING is a collection of poetry. © 2017-2018 ally maková, all rights reserved.
[BOOK 1] 𓍼 the " poetry etched on skin " series ❝ reflection of the stars glisten in her eyes as she looks up at the moon residing amongst the clouds ; broken hearts do still love. ❞ crumpled scribbled papers, bloodshot eyes, wine and wet tissues. [lowercase intended] iridescent™ © lovetinted I 2022