Les plumes de l'hiver (En Pause)

Les plumes de l'hiver (En Pause)

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Mélanie a 6 ans, des cheveux roux comme les feuilles de l'automne, des yeux vert en amande et un petit nez recourbé. Une constellation de taches de rousseur s'étend sur sa peau blanche comme la neige et d'ailleurs, dans la neige, elle y est née. Ce que vous ne savez pas, c'est son histoire qui l'a conduite dans un orphelinat l'été dernier au grand mépris de ses parents. Mais est-ce réellement ses vrais parents ? Lors d'un escapade, l'enfant se fait emmener dans le royaume des ombres, un pays froid, dangereux où les ombres, des enfants fantômes errent. Mélanie découvre alors un nouveau monde, des pouvoirs et une guerre sans merci qui se prépare...
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Many forget that the goddess of love was born from the raging sea, but she would do anything to protect her daughter. Adora was Aphrodite's last daughter. Her mother kept her hidden. But, her mother isn't the only one who can keep a secret, especially in a world where your role in society is everything. For there was a prophecy long before she was born: 'Aphrodite's last child would be the one to take the throne, Her paternity unknown. They would carve her face and never forget, for she would be the most beautiful that they had met Cursed for the same fate as her mother Forced to leave her love for another The only way she shall break this curse is if she defeats the first' "Looks like the princess doesn't need saving after all." He says, quietly enough that no one else would hear, as he draws his hand away from my arm. I glare back at him. "Maybe she never did," I walk away, not sparing a single glance back, no matter how much my body was begging me to. I fuss over my hair, pouting as I run my fingers through it to put it back into place. *A warning note* I am not an expert on Greek Mythology, but it interests me greatly. Please excuse any inaccuracies in the book, but if there are any please do message or comment it and I will see if I can change it without making such a huge difference to the plot. Also, my main character is autistic and the experience will be different for everyone. I have tried my hardest to put down on paper how I feel and how I believe others see me. So, please be respectful about the decisions my characters make as I have chosen to give them many different types of neurodivergent brains. I have tried my best to represent these in the most accurate light whilst not romanticising them.

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