Eventide

Eventide

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Every year, one hundred girls are chosen to marry a member of the royal family. Of course, not all will make it to the wedding. They are subjected to the grueling Eventide. In the daytime, a competition of beauty, and in the night, a competition of life and death. Sixteen year old Abel Bradbury is well aware of these facts, and knows that being chosen for the Eventide is a death sentence. Her older sister, Malia, got out by the skin of her teeth. But the poison she ingested ruined her body and made her incapable of performing her role as a policeman. Bitter and angry, Abel's sister intends to use her as an unwitting pawn in her revenge scheme. Abel has no intention to kill anyone. But in the Eventide, she may not have a choice. *Disclaimer: please don't comment "This is a ripoff of The Hunger Games/The Selection/some other YA dystopia book!" It's like that on purpose. I wanted to write a parody of dystopia novels but things got off the rails, and now I'm writing a real book. If you read The Selection and said, "hm, this just doesn't have enough manslaughter," give this a shot.
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