Blood & Time
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She was born before Olympus, forged in the first breath of the universe-an immortal force who once chose to forget everything. Now, in a modern world that feels too small for her skin, 21-year-old Nythera begins to awaken.
With no memory of who she truly is, Nythera's quiet life shatters when ancient powers stir within her, drawing the attention of gods who never forgot her. Chief among them is Ares-fierce, feared, and impossibly drawn to the girl who once made a choice powerful enough to shake the heavens.
As fragments of her past slip through cracks in time, Nythera must decide: Will she uncover the truth of who she was-or become someone entirely new?
In a tale where love defies myth, and destiny bends to blood, Blood & Time is a spellbinding journey of power, sacrifice, and the timeless pull of fate.
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