The Moon's Pawn

The Moon's Pawn

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"To play the pawns well; they are the soul of chess: it is they which uniquely determine the attack and the defense, and on their good or bad arrangement depends entirely on the winning or losing of the game." - François-André Danican Philidor They say the weakest piece in the game of chess is the pawn. Smallest in size, lowest in rank and value. "Many take pawns for granted," she said, "they see it as pieces easily manipulated, but what they don't realize is, pawns can be anything... even a Queen." "Checkmate, Alpha." They believed she was chosen by the Moon, but she preferred the word cursed, bound to serve until her debts were paid. He was said to be blessed amongst all of his kind, but he was cunning and ruthless. One move can surely change the course of the game.
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"A soulmate." He starts, his voice bounces off the wall of the empty room. "There is nothing more beautiful in the world than them, for they are the epitome of perfect. They are the part you've been searching for forever. The cynosure for each other. Made for each other, like a puzzle, complete. Their scent so beautiful you could smell it for centuries and never get tired of it." He crouches in front of my figure. Lifting his hands and places them on my face and sparks fly across my cheeks, birthing joyful butterflies in my stomach. His eyes dance down my face, and his thumbs move to trace the outline of my cold lips. How much I find myself wanting to lean closer and savor the contact. "There are our better halves, making us whole" --- King meets his Queen Both have memories that are better left untouched. But are they willing to make an exception for each other? Book #1 of the Soul series.

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