Curse of Ash

Curse of Ash

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History wrote about the hideous and monstrous fae north of the wall, hoarding human bodies and torturing anything for a chuckle. They described the beasts that roam the lands, and the darkness that covers the skies. That if you ever found your way through the wall, you would never find your way home. Living with her brothers, Alyvia Lebree had learned of the dangers of the fae, and still kept hope that they held beauty and magic. She sometimes dreamed of running with them, not away. When a mysterious man appears on the doorstep of the Lebree's household, with a letter from their father, and a secret that is held within Reeves, their world explodes around them. History has a new meaning when you are suddenly waking up right inside of it . . . [Book 1 in the Fire Series] {Updates every Monday and Thursday}
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The locals had warned me that no one in their right mind would enter the North Woods alone, not unless they had a death wish. It's a good thing then that I am not in my right mind. Fear had prevented me from returning to this place for years, but the nightmares depriving me of sleep threatened to steal what little sanity I had left, leaving me with no other choice than to confront the source of my apprehension. I was tired of pretending that everything was ok. That I was ok. I needed the nightmares to stop. But in order for that to happen, I needed to uncover my lost memories. The North Woods held answers, of that much I was certain. So here I stand, ready to face my past. If only I could get my legs to move. **FIRST DRAFT - UNEDITED **

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