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A Crook In The Sand
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Ongoing, First published Dec 25, 2018
"YOU FOOLISH GIRL, NOT EVEN YOUR STORIES CAN SAVE YOUR BEAUTIFUL THROAT."



Khai killed 1000 girls before he got to her. And he would make sure she would die like the others. His beautiful hands demand blood on them.

Mazeeda would make sure that she'll be the last girl Khai would ever kill. Her beautiful neck will not be touched by a blood-coated blade. She will take her friends place.

If Mazeeda cannot save her own life with trained hands, she will do it with her quick mind and sly mouth. During the night, she weaves stories never told before to Khai; in the morning, she roams the palace to escape. With each tale she tells, the more she realizes these aren't just stories; but something much greater.

Something that Khai is keeping from her, things he does not want to be let out.

Somewhere a 1000 miles across the sand kept land, three brothers are plotting something that'll end the reign of the monster and save their sister.
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