Blood and Apples: An Annora Park Novel: Book One
47 parts Complete MatureMoments; singular, siphoned, like grains of sand which fall restlessly, and build without limits...growing with increasing momentum, each step, beat, a steady staccato , marking down the minutes until the cold inevitability of the ...end ...death.
Moments...it's all anyone has. Life is a false illusion. Death is cold reality. I am a Treader. I deal in the currency of death, and I know everything there is to know about it's cold worth.
I am useful, never loved.
I am used, never thanked.
I am need, want, and lust....but never needed or wanted.
I am never fulfilled. I am never to know human happiness.
I have accepted my designed fate.
Why then am I being tested now?? What will happen if I give in to the temptation I know will be my undoing?
What will happen if I give in...and love?
What will my failure bring...and may those above and below have mercy on all souls, for when the Treader of death falls for life...
Worlds End.
RH*Mature Content*Advisable only for 18 and over