Rasha Lavellan didn't ask to be the Herald of Andraste, let alone the Inquisitor-he just wanted to be left alone with his magic, his clan, and maybe a little peace for a change. But fate has a funny way of dragging people into the spotlight, and now this sharp-witted Dalish mage is carrying the weight of Thedas on his shoulders. He charges into each battle with sarcasm as sharp as his staff, hiding the fact that every new scar chips away at the light-hearted, curious kid he used to be. And then came Dorian Pavus: Tevinter's brightest mage and Rasha's personal thorn in the side-a charming, wickedly intelligent mirror to Rasha's snark, and possibly the only one who can see through that wall of sarcasm.
What starts as Rasha's reluctant crusade to close demon-spewing rifts becomes something much deeper. He's got to unite the humans he's never quite forgiven, rally warriors who look right through him, and somehow keep a band of misfits from killing each other before they save the world. The pressure's high, the nights are long, and more often than he'd like, Rasha's forced to confront the side of himself he keeps buried under charm and quick wit. It's a rough road, but if there's one thing Rasha's learned, it's that the hardest paths usually lead somewhere worth going-and maybe, just maybe, Dorian will be waiting for him at the end of it.
In the future, everyone who's bitten by a zombie turns into one... until Diane doesn't. Seven days later, she's facing consequences she never imagined.
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As civilization collapses under a relentless wave of zombies, Diane and her friends take shelter in a military base. However, while she's rescuing another survivor, Diane gets bitten by one of the monsters. She hides it and runs away, knowing she only has days left to live.
But she soon discovers she isn't turning into a zombie - she's turning into something else.
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Excerpt:
I looked up and stared. My reflection looked back at me in the mirror of the dark room. My eyes were literally glowing, there was no mistaking it. It was not a reflection of light, or any of the other excuses I had used or others had assumed. They were glowing a light sapphire blue color. It was not a bright glow, but it was definitely a glow.
Glowing eyes were not normal.
Okay, at this point I had to admit it, I was no longer normal.
What was I then? For that, I had no answer
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Copyright August 2016. All Rights Reserved. Readers may not copy, alter, or steal this story. Fanfictions are allowed to use my *world* and *zombie rules* as long as credit is given.
Cover was lovingly made by JimenaVivancoo.