Heed the Words of Wounded Dogs

Heed the Words of Wounded Dogs

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WpMetadataReadContenu pour adultesEn cours d'écriture2 h 16 min
WpMetadataNoticeDernière publication mar., mars 26, 2024
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Fiction
Fantasy
Ezryn Pensri is a godless murderer. It was clear on her skin. But does it define her? The questions she's always yearned to ask are finally being answered; however, not by the person she thought. A god has answered the prayers of a nonbeliever, and not in any ordinary way. *** When her father sends her to kill the only heir of a feuding kingdom, Ezryn retaliates. A life for a life, she says. So instead of killing an innocent baby boy, she kills her father, the king of Lanad. In a strange twist of fate that no prophet could predict, Ezryn becomes the protector of a reincarnated deity in the form of a helpless child. With this, her journey entails: The certain revenge of an ancient demon. An entity of pure creation. A timeless god with a habit of spying. A goddess with a heart of gold. A scarred boy who cannot let go of his past. And the redemption of her own reputation. As an outlier among the royal family, and among the people she was sworn to protect, Princess Ezryn Pensri battles her own morality while entwined in a cycle of hatred and love that's lasted for over 237 years.
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Life has never seemed more serene than as I lay dying. Blood coats the forest floor beneath me, connecting with the foilage-covered soil in a parade of musty, copper smells. Through the rain drops that fall on me from the treetops, I can feel the icy breath of a dawning winter. It will be cold this year. It's a shame Ill never see it- I love the cold. Most cold. This cold that envelopes me now is hostile and uninviting, almost empty. They say that when you're faced with death, your life flashes before your eyes. The same could not be said for me. All I can think about in that moment, is the wolf. *COMPLETED* #1 Shapeshifter #1 Marked #16 Romance

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