The Hollow Rose

The Hollow Rose

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Action and Thriller
In a world of conflict, the Third are used to war, argument, and debate. Which is why the First and specialised Second must protect them and ordinary Second from the None. However, in a blooming world of struggle and bloodlust, the First can't keep the None from the Third for much longer. From a deranged, unsuspecting town, links start to break. What will happen when a deranged, unsuspecting girl discovers a break in a link and sets a trigger off with a power she didn't know she could have? What shall emerge between humanity's grasp at peace and outburst from the silent worlds? Danger awaits at the edges of lingering spirits.
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Maya «I never wanted to be feared. I wanted to be seen. Not as a monster, but as a girl who loves the smell of rain and the warmth of sunlit grass. A girl who talks to animals as if they understand her and whispers secrets to the wind when no one's listening. But the world doesn't care what I want. It sees the glow in my eyes and the claws beneath my skin and decides what I am. A beast. A danger. And now, with my family hanging by a thread and strangers knocking at our door, maybe it's time I stop holding back. Let them see what happens when you corner a wolf.» Remi «The sea doesn't forgive mistakes. I learned that the first time I felt the salt bite my wounds and the ropes burn my hands. Out there, you either adapt, or you drown. I learned to strike before being struck, and to stare into the eyes of men who'd rather see me dead. But even as the waves carried me further from the past, it never truly let go. And now, the storm I thought I'd outrun has caught up with me. Maya needs me. My father needs me. But the sea took parts of me I can't get back. What if the man who returns isn't enough? What if I'm already lost?» Lynn «The city taught me how to survive and how to disappear. A glance, a twitch of the fingers, a slight tilt of the head, that's all it takes to pick a pocket or avoid a blade. I learned to watch, to wait, to strike. I became the shadow people fear in alleyways. And I like it. I like the power, the freedom, the knowledge that no one can touch me unless I let them. But then came Maya's letter. And suddenly, the walls I built to keep the world out feel more like a cage. My little sister needs me, and I hate that it scares me. Not the danger. But home. The girl I used to be. The girl I swore I'd never be again.» Three voices. Three paths. One storm, ready to break. We're not heroes. We're broken pieces, sharpened by pain. And when the storm hits, we'll either cut through it or be swept away.

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