Dhanurana
  • Leituras 107
  • Votos 6
  • Capítulos 45
  • Tempo 14h 39m
  • Leituras 107
  • Votos 6
  • Capítulos 45
  • Tempo 14h 39m
Em andamento, Primeira publicação em jun 28, 2022
Out of an unnaturally quiet night, a bedraggled woman in noble finery requests access to the southern capital. Who she is has been lost to time for most, but her continued existence will throw everything further out of balance.

Janurana had barely survived her royal house's destruction at the hands of foreign invaders, surviving day by day in the scattered pocket forests and arid shrub lands, constantly escaping the ghosts of her past.

The south has barely survived their recent Pyrrhic victory against the north immediately followed by a coup. The north is bloodied but unbowed, on the brink of civil war, but still ready to take up arms against the southern invaders.

The leaders of the south cannot afford another obstacle.

And Janurana is just that.

Yet her chance meeting with a woman expelled from the warrior class named Dhanur gives them both a chance to avenge the ones they loved, finish what they failed to do, and return to a normal life.

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Set in a fantasized bronze age India featuring LGBT female leads. Told in an omniscient pov with glances into multiple characters.
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