Sophia's Library

Sophia's Library

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Once, ages ago, when electricity was just out of grasp and palaces ruled as the pinnacle of human innovation, the princess of the byzantine empire was forced to marry the ruler of Russia. Princess Sophia was enamored with books and learning, so with her dowry, the byzantine emperor sent her along with thousands of ancient texts dating back to times of when all roads led to Rome and Greek gods ruled from the peaks of mountains. It is said that these texts held secrets unimaginable to the human brain, that they were the height of all logical thinking. At least, until the ancient library was lost.
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This is the Emperor. I think. Alexandr. Queen Victoria's grandson, the foreign British power. I feel his blood beat, thin, beneath his paper skin, in those blue veins. Something amiss. Something that's too weak in the Russian snow, the turned earth. His hand is cold against my cheek, thumb winding through my coiled hair. "How can I thank you for saving my son's life?" He runs a thumb against my lower lip, waiting. Not pressing, just hoping with bated breath. The walls are thin. The walls whisper. I pull away with a cold smile. I catch my eyes in his gaze, the forbidding ice of my home. Of what the snow made me. The wild, black hair of a vědma. "Haven't you heard? I'm the devil, Alexandr. You don't want to bed me unless you wish to lose your soul." *** A parallel universe where Rasputin was born as Matryona Grigorievna Rasputina. There was real magic. And the tsar most certainly fell under her spell. When she falls, so too will St. Petersburg. *** DARK FANTASY (UPDATES WEEKLY) COPYRIGHT 2018 BY SOPHIA WHITTEMORE. All Rights Reserved.

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