The High Priestess

The High Priestess

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This is, above all else, a story about love. Whether that love is found, lost, let go, it doesn't matter in the end. This story is a love story where love might not conquer all Anais is a woman taunted by many things; she is haunted by the eyeless ghost in her home, by the looming threat of debt and death, and by the whispers in her ear. When Blair Morrison comes to town, drunk and grief-stricken she is haunted by him as well. In the stories he shares about his love, she finds herself dreaming of a luxury she had never been allowed. The poet makes her doubt what she thinks she knows and dares her to find out exactly what she's missed. In the end. Anais will have found her first taste of love, and she will understand that it's something worth dying for. Love will lift her up, and then it will let her fall. She will die with only a taste of what could have been hers.
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DISCLAIMER: THESE IMAGES ARE NOT OWENED BY ME. THEY ARE FROM THE INTERNET. Story and characters are all mine. DO NOT REPOST MY BOOK. Some strong language is used. PREVIEW Dread, Grief, Love. Is that what she feels? Is she just growing madder on her own? Is Talboris a figment of their imagination? Or is it just you, Akari. You've been thrown into Hell, the Hell that disguises as a safe haven, the Hell that will consume you from the inside out. A lonely tree growing from one seed. You. Your anger. Its roots taint you. Yet all this time, it feels like you've been on a cushioned bed, on the wrong side, dreaming nightmares, monsters grabbing at your ankles. Will you be pulled away? I'm open to criticism if you guys have ideas on what I should add or how to make my writing better! I may end up deleting this book. Tell me if I should continue it. I will make edits whenever I get more ideas. Enjoy the read, I hope you like it! ^^ Please share if you do. Started: September 24, 2021

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