Corte de Esperança e Novos Começos

Corte de Esperança e Novos Começos

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Nhys é a irmã mais nova de Rhysand, ela viveu trancada na torre no palácio da Corte dos Pesadelos, onde passou seus 118 anos de vida. Mesmo com sua mente e medos a atormentando, a jovem finalmente tem a chance de viver, ela aprende o que significa estar viva com sua família lhe ajudando no caminho. Gostou da sinopse? Que tal ler a história completa agora? Iniciada: 25/07/24
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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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