Undying Memories And Lacking Sanity
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Two entire different worlds, she had lived in. Violet is held trapped between her memories and sanity while she tries to keep both, figuring her way back to her original world which is filled with vampire dealers, where the payment for anything is simple..the blood of the buyer. She spends years struggling to hold to her memories which in the new realm is just ridiculously absurd and without question..A field of insanity.. her memories hunt her dreams, especially a pair of piercing grey eyes of a certain vampire.. which make her question if she really want to return rather than stay.
Ancient prophecies, curses, a journey to the past and present. The tale of Violet, a girl with miraculous eyes.. and a great destiny lingering to be fulfilled in time.
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