Born a Redhead | The Damned Citizens I

Born a Redhead | The Damned Citizens I

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[CELEBRATE AFRICA AWARDS 2021 WINNER] 'The world has its Gods, and its Devils too . . .' The misfit. Denrele Ọrẹoluwa Balogun was set apart because he had the same red hair as those who have the ability to control fire. But while he lacked that ability, this didn't stop the society from treating him differently, until the day he set the world on fire . . . The assassin. Cass was only in The Damned Lands for one reason and there were supposed to be no detours. But what's a girl got to do when she met the intriguing Denrele and mistakenly killed hundreds of people? Definitely not kill more people, but that's what Cass-and Denrele-did anyway. Two connected people find themselves working together to save their lives and the lives of people they love, but the more they run, the more they seem to be entangled in a web of conspiracies from The Blessed Lands. However, sometimes, all you have to do is let the world burn.
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A story of a war so grand in scale and epic in stakes that even the gods had a no choice but to join. Like heroes of ancient Troy Iwan Falcau reflects: In my life I have known three gods. The first was the god of my childhood, the one I lost when I reached the age of thinking. The second was the voice in my head, which turned out to be my own. The third was the god on paper, forged in the collective mind of those who knew and those that understood the story. While the gods still walk the unseen roads few men control the forces of magic. And never resting, the eternal battle between the powerful and powerless, progresses one step in an ever-lasting waltz between them. Onwards Ewan rides as the city burns around him. But one thought fills his mind: To protect the ones he loves and maybe make a difference.

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