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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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