Immortal Slave ||Immortal Chronicles: Book 1||

"Little mice shouldn't wander from the nest," he called. He spread his wings and glided to a lower branch on a tree behind her. He ruffled his feathers, turning to grin at her again. He balanced precariously, wings slightly spread.

"What do you want?" Celine called out, her voice a slightly higher pitch. The bird-man tilted his head, shoulder length brown hair falling over his eyes. He shook it back over his shoulder then bounced on the branch.

"Why is a pretty thing like you in the Immortal Realms?" He stopped bouncing, a curious look on his face. "You wouldn't happen to be Suyt's pretty little prize, would you?"

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In the kingdom of Gibrald, humans and the mysterious, shape-shifting Immortals have a tentative peace. However, the immortal clans take advantage of poor towns bordering the Realm of Immortals, bartering with the peasants to buy slaves. Celine is one of several victimized by this relationship, and despite how hard she tries to escape, her master seems to be lurking just around the corner. He will not lose his most prized possession, not when she is the key to his darkest desires.