Breomore

Breomore

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"When the sky pours blood, enough to flood the lands, a Great Heleon Lord will come down to bring death upon man." --Oktai Porter No one believed the seventh prophet of Breomore when he had fevered dreams and warnings about monsters coming to their lands. Years later, this prophecy came true. Heleons flooded the town of Winddenn, and made their way east, following their masters' orders. Taylor Tahar, a second year student to Mystical Art School, left the capital city on his own to find his parents and sister, hoping he could get home before monsters do. He wasn't sure if it was foolishness, bravery, or fate that guided him through the lands, after all, he had two voices that reached through dreams.
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She came looking for a story. The story was looking for her. In the mountains of Pakistan lies Barzakhpur - a village that phases in and out of existence. A place where the fog lingers too long and the dead don't leave. Taniksha Shah rents an old haveli for creative solitude. Instead, she finds Aslan Ijaz - silent, severe, and far too watchful for a mere caretaker. He tells her not to leave after dark. He doesn't tell her he's chained himself to a bed every night to keep something inside him from reaching her. Because the entity wearing his bones has started to hate the way he looks at her. And in Barzakhpur, love is a weakness the dead do not forgive.

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