Cursed Bloodline [Sequel to Shadows]

Cursed Bloodline [Sequel to Shadows]

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[Sequel to Shadows. If you've not read Shadows,I endeavor you do so before reading this] __________ He was born of the Queen of Ruin. Raised beneath a sky that never forgot his mother's flame. Darake is not a boy like others. With crimson hair and golden eyes that see far too much, he walks a world that fears what he might become. For in his shadow, others stir-watchers, legends, forgotten beasts. Whispers say the blood of gods and monsters runs in his veins. He is destined to summon four: Blood, Shadows, Souls, and something far older... -Silence. But Silence is not what the stories claimed. It does not speak, yet its presence weighs more than war drums. And Darake, for all his power, finds himself drawn to the only one he cannot command. The one he must never relate with. And when Silence looks back at him... the world holds its breath.
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Book Two of the Crimson Requiem Cycle Once, she sang to survive. Now, they sing in her name - and they don't care if she ever sings again. Seraphine Vale never claimed to be a savior. But after silencing the wound that once ruled her blood, the world chose to crown her anyway - not with gold, but with worship. Pilgrims dream of her. Choirs twist her name into new hymns. And the Keep she once called home begins to reshape itself around her legend. Only... it isn't her. Not really. A new cult rises, calling her Saint Vale. A false gospel spreads. And in the deepest corridors of Blackthorne Keep, a girl long dead begins to stir in thread and memory - the bride they never let go. Seraphine is not afraid to be hated. She is terrified of being believed. And as the crown reshapes itself from song and shadow, she must decide: will she unwrite the myth before it consumes her - or let the world bury her beneath the version it prefers?

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