The Paradise Gate

The Paradise Gate

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Whosoever hath collared the devil best not let slip the leash... Cracks are forming. In the Gates of reality. In the seams of a universe abandoned by its author. In the brittle heart of a lonely girl. In the opalescent eyes of the Wytch Wyrd. In the clean clay skin of an old gypsy Listener. In the fragile foundations of the empires of men... In the prisons that hold the greatest and most ancient evil, cracks are forming. Dalli cannot number the bruises or the indignities, the fears or the lies, but there are two things she can count: her enemies, and the thirteen silver bells with thirteen notes soul-searing sweet to call forth an unknown power. Have you a soft spot for the anti-hero? Do you like heroines who'd rather play to win than play nice? Does your heart beat faster when you hear a floorboard creak in an empty house? Want to feel the warm wind of whispered words against the back of a bared neck in a winter-chilled room? What about the ghost touch of a fingertip that glides down your arm just a quarter inch away? if you love adventure, romance, intrigue, mystery, and maybe even a shot at redemption, or if you just enjoy a fantasy world where there's a story behind every brick and tree, then please do come inside. We have cookies, and they have stories, too.
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I grew up believing love was unbreakable. My parents adored each other with a devotion so deep it felt eternal-something even death couldn't touch. My childhood was sheltered, innocent, untouched by the darker truths of the world. I was wrong. Love doesn't always end gently. Sometimes it rots. Sometimes it turns obsessive, destructive-and leaves innocent people to suffer the consequences. I didn't choose to be caught in the aftermath of someone else's obsession, yet I pay the price every day. The answers I need remain buried beneath silence, control, and lies. I don't know if I can ever reclaim what was taken from me. I don't know who I can trust. And I don't know if the people I love are victims... or villains. But even after everything I've lost, I still cling to one fragile hope- That I'll find my way back to my family. That I'll survive long enough to uncover the truth. And that freedom is still possible.

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