The Death Curse

The Death Curse

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Nameless. Bloodless. Fearless. A girl marked by death. Raised by the acolytes of the old gods, Anais can barely recall her village burning in hellfire. She remembers the screams, the smoke, the blood. But not the faces of her family. Or the ones who burned them. Someone saved her. Only her. And she wants to know why. Why her village? Why that night? Her village was the first. But it was not the last. Attacks are rising. People are scared. And where there is fear, there is anger. Anger at the Cursers, whose strange abilities remind people of a time when they were slaves to the gods. Cursers, who are the only ones capable of such destruction. Nowhere is safe. No one is safe. *** Curser. Cursed. Anais has a secret. A secret that could get her killed. It burns beneath her skin, floods into her fingertips, blazes in her eyes... When a deadly mistake exposes her secret, Anais is trapped in a city of enemies. Under the charge of the cold Prince Dmitri Ivanov, Anais must tread carefully. She isn't the only one with secrets. And the answers she's been seeking may be closer than she thinks. But does she want to know the truth? Copyright © 2018 by Cassandra Carideo
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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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