Aeterna
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Last published Sat, May 20, 2017
The sky is black and grim. Blood is smeared all over the streets like graffiti. There - a demon's shadow. It hollers as it snaps a peasant's body into two. But nineteen-year-old Kahri Sahar was dealt with the worst cards; the demons have cursed beloved brother into nothing more than a decaying ragdoll.
Now, equipped with nothing but a bloody butcher knife, Kahri must face those demons to find the legendary fruit that may save her brother's life.
While the desert town Kahri lives in is menacing enough, the unknown world she must traverse is perilous. With bloodthirsty demons at her heels, Kahri must learn to trust the Demon Lord's right hand, Micah von Schwarzergeist, to even have a sliver of a fighting chance. Whether or not Micah's intentions are pure, Kahri is left with no choice but to enter a cold, bloody battle of morals, betrayal, and magic - just to see her brother smile again.
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The war storms at the Frontier... The gods are broken. The empire is burning. And the end has already begun. A warrior with no past unleashes power no mortal should wield. A young ruler clings to a dying crown as his people lose faith. A chaos mage, feared and revered, walks with death in her shadow. Amongst their ranks-two Rifter siblings, wilders of ruin, benders of space and time. Feared. Watched. Leashed by the most powerful. But even under chains, love blooms... and loyalty begins to shift. When the empress falls into a cursed slumber-her unborn child the last ember of prophecy- the empire sends its strongest into the Abyss of Lost Quintessence: A place where even time forgets itself, where silence hungers, and where One of the Roots of the Umbrovyn Tree stands-ancient, cracked, and bleeding memory. Monstrosities roam, daring to strike in daylight. The veils whisper betrayal. Alliances splinter. Some stand frozen, unsure of their next move- fearing one wrong step may provoke the wrath of a dominion vast as a world and cruel as the gods who forged it. Old gods stir, craving redemption through ruin. The Royal House fractures beneath betrayal. A founding father, long patient, now bares their intent- to seize the throne by force, by cunning, by wagering all that is. Their House's malice toward the flawed Royal line can no longer be cloaked. Love will test loyalty. Legends will bleed. And in the dying light of Ether-Space- The Aurora must not fall... Or all realities will burn. π₯
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