The Shadow's Eyes

The Shadow's Eyes

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Tryn Glacier lived an ordinary life, a basic job, a typical house and a below standard boyfriend. The only thing that Tryn felt different about was her nack for strange and detailed dreams. Her memory of these dreams were flashes of pointed ears, sharp teeth, shadows and a greener land than New York City could ever be. Tryn's life was the same day to day 9-5, until a group of 3 strangers stepped into her workplace, and their leader made her core shake. His familiar eyes, shadowed appearance and not so kind attitude sparked something alive in Tryn, and it was up to her to figure out how she should use her new found gifts. Stepping into the world of the fae, a species Tryn only thought were real in faerie tales turns the earth on its axis, literally. Please note that this story is tagged as mature, and to access the upcoming mature chapters you will need to follow me.
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A happy childhood, a so-so adolescence. Then adulthood arrived, and everything went to hell. And by everything, I mean it. Grown-up life is truly a wonderful, dazzling adventure! A job that drains your soul, stripping away any will to live while fueling a more or less justified homicidal instinct; depression knocking at the door with a lovely bouquet of red roses; and, last but not least, the remnants of a social life buried somewhere under my shoes. Not the ones I'm wearing now; those are slippers, big difference. I mean the other ones. The ones in the cabinet that I haven't touched in five years. Love can be destructive. It catches you, ensnares you, devours you, and if you're unlucky enough, it leaves you standing in nothing but your underwear before reducing you to ashes. I had made peace with my "and she lived single, forever unhappy but safe" fate. A house, one, four, eight, maybe twenty cats-to meet expectations-and a future as flat as a heart monitor that's given up the ghost. No joys, minimal suffering, because there's only so much a heart can take before it calls it quits. And honestly? Fuck it, I'd been through enough. ... But he changed everything. In the worst, most terrifying way possible. From this abyss, I may never climb back out.

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