The memories of the young can be fickle and hazy, but one memory stays within the recess of my heart. A summer afternoon where a blue butterfly led me to my trouvaille. Her hair as white as a blanket of fresh snow. Her eyes an ice blue as they look deep into your soul. A creature out of place to the summer season of London. My trouvaille smiling with those ruby red lips on a summer afternoon. Are you the one I was supposed to meet? Book 1 of the Amaranthine Chronicles Cover by @TaeBonbon Copyright © 2019 by ViMa This book is a work of fiction. The names, characters, places, and incidents are products of the writer's imagination or have been used fictitiously and are not to be construed as real. Any resemblance to persons, living or dead, actual events, locales or organizations are entirely coincidental. All rights are reserved. No part of this book may be used or reproduced in any manner whatsoever without written permission from the author.
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