Eve has always felt wrong inside her own skin - like she's grieving someone she never met. But when mirrors glitch, shadows hesitate, and a voice she's never heard whispers her name from the dark, the life she thought was ordinary begins to split at the seams.
Something ancient has stirred... and it knows exactly who she is.
Long before the first star breathed light, a silent war began - not between good and evil, but between Creation and the Nothing that wants to swallow it whole. The Void has no face, no mercy, no purpose. It only consumes. And for centuries, it has curled itself around the stolen light of the most powerful archangel ever forged.
Lucifer - the one Creation was never meant to lose.
Once a guardian of impossible brilliance, Lucifer was dragged into the Void and bound there, his light stripped, his memory stolen, his existence smothered. Only one soul has ever reached him - across countless lives, countless deaths, countless almosts.
Eve.
Whether she remembers him or not.
And this lifetime, the Void has finally noticed her waking up.
As cracks spider through reality and angels appear with warnings they're terrified to speak aloud, Eve is swept into a destiny she never agreed to - one that could free Creation's lost protector... or teach the Void how to hunger for more than unmaking.
Because if she keeps remembering him, the Void will remember her.
And what it wants... is everything she is.
Haunting, romantic, and cosmic in scale, Remember Me is the first chapter in a saga of reincarnation, forbidden memory, and the one choice that can save or shatter all of Creation.
Written By Dare Destiny Sorelle
"...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)