histórias de Darkfanasty

I have been staying in this cruel world for 16 years. I can't take it anymore. I want to go somewhere else far from here, far from this place called Hell. Far from this place called "Home." But what can I do? I don't know anymore, but the words in my head keeps on telling me to go to "Wonderland." (Warning: There will be gore and dark elements in the book.)

In a forest that listens, remembers, and waits, three children step into a story older than the stars. In the fae village of Thistlemoor, stories are more than bedtime tales - they are warnings, half-truths, and sometimes, prophecies. When Prince Aurin, gentle-hearted Lira, and brave Corwin wander into the woods to hear an old fae woman's tale, they don't expect the forest to respond. But the trees whisper. The water watches. And the circle of stones begins to stir. Beneath the roots lies the grave of a cleric who gave too much, and the friend who would not rot. Around them: a tangle of forgotten magic, poisonous beauty, and truths the fae would rather remain buried. As the children are pulled deeper into the forest's memory, they must follow the signs and decide what must be kept alive, and what must finally be let go. Because some stories don't end. They wait. And in the circle of stones, all things bloom again.