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Reads 69,840
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Parts 46
Time 6h 10m

theMrsAuthor

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#1 Dystopian | #1 Survival | #3 Romance
    
    Abandoned by her mother in the midst of a war, Olya is caught in the throes of an uprising and captured by an enemy soldier. Only he won't tell her where he is taking her, because according to his people's laws he cannot look at, speak to, or touch a woman.
    
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    My eyes rolled open with a click, like the cocking of a gun--armed, dangerous--and for a brief and merciful moment, I remembered nothing. It took long seconds for the ceiling above to shift into focus-flat and smooth, a panel of shiny steel, almost like a mirror but warped. A distorted reflection gazed back at me, a ghostly white girl in dark clothing, colorless eyes and snowflakes for lashes. 
    
    Had I always looked like that? Long hair and eyes wild? More of an animal than a girl?
    
    I supposed I had.
    
    ★✩★
    ACHERON AWARDS|1ST PLACE|
    SOUL AWARDS|1ST PLACE|
    EXTRAORDINARY AWARDS|2nd Place|
    LITWITS AWARDS|2nd place|
    MIDNIGHT AWARDS|2nd place|
    GRAMMAR AWARDS|Finalist|
    TRIDENTS AWARDS|Runner Up|All Rights Reserved

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Table of contents

#1 Dystopian | #1 Survival | #3 Romance
    
    Abandoned by her mother in the midst of a war, Olya is caught in the throes of an uprising and captured by an enemy soldier. Only he won't tell her where he is taking her, because according to his people's laws he cannot look at, speak to, or touch a woman.
    
    ||
    
    My eyes rolled open with a click, like the cocking of a gun--armed, dangerous--and for a brief and merciful moment, I remembered nothing. It took long seconds for the ceiling above to shift into focus-flat and smooth, a panel of shiny steel, almost like a mirror but warped. A distorted reflection gazed back at me, a ghostly white girl in dark clothing, colorless eyes and snowflakes for lashes. 
    
    Had I always looked like that? Long hair and eyes wild? More of an animal than a girl?
    
    I supposed I had.
    
    ★✩★
    ACHERON AWARDS|1ST PLACE|
    SOUL AWARDS|1ST PLACE|
    EXTRAORDINARY AWARDS|2nd Place|
    LITWITS AWARDS|2nd place|
    MIDNIGHT AWARDS|2nd place|
    GRAMMAR AWARDS|Finalist|
    TRIDENTS AWARDS|Runner Up|

46 parts