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When men and madness stalks the night, from fear your mind gives no respite No white man's God to hear your pleas, his gnats and buzzards steal your screams When kin and blood to treason turn, the bridges man built start to burn No loving God will save with grace, for his creation turned a waste. *** The Stolen And Their Tales is an Afrocentric folk and gothic horror anthology. Many references in this work belong to both West African and African American oral traditions, with the author's own creative twists. Some tales are completely original, while others are fateful recounting of older tales Here is an important petition to support the communities that inspired this book: https://chng.it/h4rCZphp4C

Painite-51-aP is the leader of her own colony, which houses Defective gems, Criminals, Off-colors, and Gems that have fought the leadership of the Diamonds. The small planet they lived on was peaceful until the diamonds found out where they were hiding out, which caused chaos to be implemented everywhere. Only a small amount of survivors were able to escape towards their backup planet, but the others were shattered or captured. Even though the surviving group was able to get to safety, Painite still has many problems to deal with...

I glanced around at the people staring at me. They are counting on me. I've gotten myself this far, huh? I can't go back now. This is happening. I take a deep breath in, my hands shaking as I pull up my mask some more and bend over to grab it. She looks terrified. But that's okay. They told me that's okay. I'm starting to feel faint. Blood is all over my face. I cant see. Why are they yelling at me? Are they proud of me? I sure hope so.