****Prologue.**** "Kill or be killed, eat or be eaten, fight or be beaten, survive or perish" ~ Freedom trio law of the lands. When I was young I would have terrible nightmares that would wake me up in the middle of the night. My mother would hurry to my side as I screamed and cried in panic. Sometimes I would wake up in a pool of my own sweat, creating damp circles on my pillows and bed sheets. She would sometimes joke about it and tell me if I had showered on the bed. At the time I didn't think it was funny but now that I think about it, it is pretty funny. She would then lay me in her arms, being in her gentle warm embrace was somewhat reassuring to me. As she held me in her arms she would run her fingers through my damp hair and kiss my forehead ever so gently. Mother would then tell me stories to try to get me to go back to sleep. Stories about a girl who had long hair named Rapunzel, another one about a girl who's skin was white as snow. Snow White was her name if I remembered correctly. But the oddest story was one about a land they once called America. How many years ago it was called the land of the free, a place of possibilities. Every time she brought up that particular story I would ask what happened to such a great place? Where did it go? Why aren't we there? And she would always reply with a sigh. "You will find out sooner or later". I always end up disappointed in the answer, but knowing that one day my question will have an answer made me excited and anxious. How I wished the answer wasn't true. I wished this was all just a bad dream and that any minute now I would wake up in my mothers arms again. Hearing her soft heart beat and feeling her soft hands run through my hair knowing that it was all just a nightmare. But this was no dream. This is the world I'm forced to fight to survive in. A world my mother tried to keep hidden from me and now I see why.

When your soul is hunted, you can't hide forever. Thousands of years ago, an evil known as the corruption seeped into the land. Where once it was contained by the Sentinels -- humans or elves gifted with magic -- it now thrives unchallenged, gaining strength and claiming those that once fought it for its own. Nineteen year old Skye has always known this. Living with demons on your doorstep is a constant fight for survival, but she’s determined to not become one of the corruption’s monsters. To keep her soul pure, no matter the cost. But with the Sentinels gone, betrayed by their own, it’s only a matter of time before the corruption seizes them all. When a scouting mission goes awry and Skye is taken prisoner, her blades can’t save her. Marked by the corrupted Sentinel, she waits for a fate worse than death to take hold. Only when the Silverborn, knights dedicated to fighting the corruption come to free her does something awaken within her. Something powerful. The power of a Sentinel. Celestial. Fire. Water. Nature. Shadow. None are safe from the corruption. *+*+*+*

Book 1 of the Best-Selling Dystopian Fantasy Series translated in 9 languages and with a TV series in development! And it all started right here on Wattpad! In a world where everyone wears masks, the color you belong to determines your life... And your death. Except for strange creatures called Harlequins... THE RED HARLEQUIN is set in a medieval-style fantasy world, shrouded in superstition, and divided into seven divergent territories. Centuries of conflict forced these territories apart. And this is how they remain. Segregated. For the good of the people... Or so those in charge tell us. There is one rule however, that all nations agree upon. Handed down by the Gods. A rule that, if broken, is punishable by imprisonment, banishment, even death... Everyone must wear a MASK. Not a metaphorical one. A literal mask. Every single day of your life. This mask bears a color. The color of your nation. Your color DEFINES you as a person. It chooses where you call home... who your friends and enemies are... Even who you can love. And then there are those who do not belong to any single color. Outcasts. The ones they call... THE HARLEQUINS. Harlequins are not human. Truth is no-one really knows what they are. Legendary, frightful creatures lurking in the shadows, waiting for their moment to attack... Each nation tells stories of these blood-thirsty demons - who kill for pleasure. Creepy tales told throughout the lands to scare children... "If you misbehave, the Harlequins will find you..." But it isn't just the young who fear these soulless boogeymen. The mere mention of a Harlequin can strike fear into even the most hardened warrior's heart. Just pray you never meet one...