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Talaris
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    Time 3h 39m
Complete, First published Sep 18, 2025
Talaris is a world where gods do not rise above people, but live among their fates. Their names resound in songs and curses, in the breath of the wind and in the weight of silence. Here love can turn into punishment, knowledge - into heresy, and faith - into a weapon.

Each novella is a separate story about people who seek light and face the shadow. Some find salvation in temples, others - in forbidden teachings, and some dare to challenge the gods themselves. But every step they take has a price, for divine will is always near - in joy, passion, betrayal, and sacrifice.

This is a book about myths and mortals, about how faith intertwines their lives. About how darkness keeps the road for the next witness.
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"...Is she feverish?" Harlow asked flatly. "I'm not feverish." I snapped. "You're babbling about falling out of the sky and magical doors," Harlow countered. "And your pupils are unfocused." "They are not unfocused!" Beladora stepped closer and cupped my cheeks, turning my face toward the light. "Oh, sweetheart... your eyes are a little glassy." I pulled my face back, groaning. "I'm not sick!" Harlow folder her arms. "Bel, get the thermometer." My jaw dropped. "Absolutely not." Beladora smiled warmly. Too warmly. "Absolutely yes." Harlow lifted me from the chair with one arm, like I weighed the same as a scarf and deposited me on her hip. (Picture from pinterst: @esterscanon)