Grimmtales (ENG)
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Last published Tue, Jul 1, 2025
Be you big or be you small - you know the tales and stories all.
But do you know the skin so true, on which some songs are written, too?
Of fear and terror, blood and pain - a child served up, the dark's domain.
Now step inside this world so grim, is it as you imagined it within?
Save the children, find the keys, and break the curse with unity's pleas.
Are you as one, united and bold, or will your corpse in the river grow cold?
Thirteen moons, blood-red, align - the weight of heroes now is thine.
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Every child knows fairy tales - but few realize that fairy tales are not meant for children.
They reflect our darkest sides. A "happily ever after" is rare, and if it does happen, it comes at great cost.
Robin knows this better than anyone. She lives in a world where fairy tales are born - and where the truth behind the "beautiful stories" lies hidden.
The tales of princesses finding their princes, magic turning pumpkins into carriages, and evil witches getting their just deserts are not what they seem. Robin experiences the unvarnished reality behind the stories we only know from books.
Being a hero is easier said than done. Because when you've lost everything, why should you bother saving the world?
This story is based on the original fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm - with a dash of the author's own imagination.
But be warned: This book is definitely not for the faint of heart. If you're under 18 or are easily disgusted or frightened, this may not be the right read for you. ♥
For everyone else who dares to stay: Prepare yourselves for a dark adventure born from a homebrew D&D campaign, now waiting to spark your curiosity!
Sample read: Comments/feedback are warmly welcome. ♥
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