Shadows and Bloodshed || ACOTAR

Shadows and Bloodshed || ACOTAR

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Aug 19, 2023
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A Court Of Thorns And Roses
Original Character (OC)
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Nova had experienced the brutality and ruthlessness of the Court Of Nightmares first hand for years. Now that she'd finally escaped, she's been in hiding. With everyone too busy looking to Amarantha and Under the Mountain, she'd thought she was safe. Now with the threat removed, she has a feeling her luck is about to run out. What will happen when those who harmed her come looking for revenge? What about the unlikely alliances she forms along the way?
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Two hundred years ago Rhysand lost his mother and sister in a grueling murder. But what if that sister had survived? What if the head in that box was just a tree-stump, transformed to look exactly like her? What if she had instead been sold for her knowledge on the mysterious Night Court? And what if that sister would now, just a few years after the war, find her way back, but with agendas of her own? ****************************************************************************** "Alright, oh wise one, my need for wisdom has run out now, so you can be on your way now" I waved my hand. "That's cold" Rhys put a hand over his heart, " I thought we were having a big-bro-little-sis talk here." I rolled my eyes, but he slid an arm around my shoulder: "We both already know what you'll do anyway." "Oh, we do, is that right?" He nodded: "You always been so predictable, if you would write murder-mysteries everyone would know from the beginning who killed the victim." "That's weirdly specific, how long have you been sitting on that one?" I snorted. "Since you insulted my taste in art" he sniffed theatrically. I laughed: "You are one petty High Lord." "I don't even know what to say to that insolence" he shook his head.

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