Behind Her Black

Behind Her Black

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"Not All Who Wander Are Lost" Wanda Andere Flash. A young girl forced by her emotional boundaries and her shadowy past to cover her hair and eyes by artificialness. Reluctant yet importantly she has to move away from her uncle and aunt to the enchanting town of Hanselane with her suddenly appeared lady loaded grandmother who isolates her mansion from the rest of the town. Things are going to change for this ballerina as she finds out truths inside her new abode and discovers that the truth she knew may not be exactly true. A whole total turn in her life is destined to change her. Or maybe bring her back from the pits she lived in. Especially when she crosses paths with charming Ashton Rebel who wants to find out. He never over looks. He looks through. He has depth. He is bound to discover. He will know. Will she learn to forgive? Will she avenge the blood? Will she change for the good? Or are more lives to be threatened? Read in this twisting tale. ------------------------------------------- 'My eyes are ice blue,' I complained. 'I think ice is beautiful,' he said standing up, walking closer, 'And from what I see, I won't call it ice. I'd call it the sky. Your eyes are sky blue. And that doesn't just describe the colour you know. They are vast, deep and bright as if there is also a sun somewhere beneath the lid.'
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They took her sight, her throne, and her trust. But when the storms rise, so does she. Now Eira must choose. Between running and love, between the crown and the one man she cannot lose. They say the island remembers. Its six points rise like blades from the sea, carved not by time but by will-old will, war-forged and sealed with blood. Once, long ago, there was peace. But peace is a fragile lie, and power has a taste too rich for those born too close to thrones. And so the old king fell. A new line rose, crowned not by right, but by betrayal. And from that line came a bride. Untitled, unwilling, and dangerous without knowing it. Her name was Eira. She was never meant to refuse. She was never meant to survive. Blinded by treachery, betrayed by blood, she was given as bait to lure a boy who would be king. But she was paired with another. Chosen. The island woke. And in the dark, where eyes fail and truth sharpens, Eira rose. Not with sight, but with vision. And the island was watching. And love was by her side. This is the story of the girl who failed every test. Until the one that mattered. And of the man who loved her not for her power, but for her resistance to it. Before Eira, there was only fear. After her, nothing would be the same. Now updated with a never-before-seen three-part prequel! Read to the end for the icy origin of Lucan and Eira's bond.

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