{SAMPLE: Published on Amazon} Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died. When the Greek Gods and Goddesses were usurped from their home on Mt. Olympus, they crashed upon Earth and enslaved the human race. Children spend their existence inside prisons ran by ruthless Immortals, and upon their eighteenth birthday, they are thrown into an arena to be fought after. Once won, they are scarified with their name and short-lived identity in an unforgiving world, where there is an absence of hope for people with mortality coursing through their red veins. Servitude shackled humanity, but then a girl stood in the arena on the first summer solstice since she turned eighteen years old. A nameless girl, trembling behind the safety of her friend, landed in the Gods' worlds without knowing that she was going to be their unraveling. This wide-eyed slave, who bled two colors. One red like humans. One gold like the gods. Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died, but she's here to take it back. Final Book Cover commissioned by @Fantastical-Ink

.. -میدونی اولین باری که دیدمت چی توجهمو جلب کرد؟ سرمو تکون دادم.. برگشت و به پشتش خوابید.. بعد اینکه با ورنون از پیشم رفتین اولین چیزی که تو ذهنم جرقه زد این بود.. -OH he was blue.. لبخند زدم و چرخیدم سمتش.. -چشمات همون رنگ آبیه مورد علاقم بودن و تو همون لحظه که بهشون فکر کردم یه چیزی رو حس کردم که دوستش داشتم و بعد همینطور ادامه پیدا کرد..تااینکه اون شب از نزدیک چشماتو دیدم.. -کدوم شب ؟؟ سرشو برگردوند سمتو خندید.. -همون شبی که بوسیدمت..

"-مطمعنى كه پشيمون نميشى اگه همه چيز و فراموش كنى؟ +وقتى آسمون پر ابر ميشه روشنايى نميتونه مسيرش و پيدا كنه ليام..." ليام پين سرگرد بيست و شش ساله اداره اگاهي و زين مالك يكى از بهترين معمارهاى لندن،سرنوشت اونها رو تا مرز جنون ميبره و در نهايت لذت براشون ابرهاي سياه و بوجود مياره اونا ميتونن ابرهارو ناپديد كنن و اسمون آبى و ببينن؟! ليام ميتونه همه چيز و فراموش كنه و زندگي جديدشو شروع كنه؟ زين با گذشته ليام كنار مياد؟

Too much. Hyunjin wanted to scream. Pull his hair out. Snap at everyone in the room and punch them till they bled. Of course he didn't do any of that. Instead, he took another deep breath and kept taking his loud and obnoxious Physics professors notes. He silently glared at the students who were whispering and fidgeting next to him, they paid him no mind. "It's just a bad day." He told himself over and over again like a mantra, like that would stop his eyes from glazing with tears. After class, he ran to the pack house. Hoping for some comfort.