Winds Of Hope

Winds Of Hope

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Romance
El caos y la rebelión forman parte de su vida desde que tiene memoria. Abandonar su hogar, a sabiendas de que toda su familia iba a ser asesinada por los Lannister y los Baratheon, fue demasiado duro para ella. Sin embargo, en otro lugar más allá del Muro, en las tierras frías de los hombres libres, había sitio para una pequeña niña de siete años. Ahora, diez años después, revive la llama que hay en su interior con la noticia de que no toda su familia estaba muerta y de que la casa de los Varryen puede volver a resurgir de las cenizas. Un fuego intenso que hará que cruce el Mar Angosto para tratar de ayudar a una persona que con el tiempo se convertirá en alguien muy especial para ella; aún mas.
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Love. Love was a lot like going to war. One never returns the same. She had to resist the urge to give a bitter laugh. A more poetic woman could have made that sounded far better than it was. But could she have understood it to the degree Einar Atal herself did? No, the Warrior doubted that. She could still remember it. The love. The way it had inspired her to feats that made her now groan with a certain shame. It had driven her mad. The insatiable desire - the need for another person, something Einar fancied herself having forgot years and years ago. Oh, but her love had been beautiful. Not a soul alive could have argued against that fact, nor would one have survived even the insinuation. The voice, she could hear it like the faintest echo- if she tried...Only if she just... Tried.

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