The Pulse Between Ash and Sand

The Pulse Between Ash and Sand

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In a world where the sun devours the weak and the sand hides ancient hungers, a prideful rabbit princess and her lethal leopard-cat guardian are stranded in the maw of the sun. To survive the "Pulse" the dangerous heartbeat of the desert, they must strike a desperate deal with a rogue pilandok pilot brave enough to navigate the sand. As the boundaries between predator and prey blur, Freya Alberone finds herself sandwiched between a soldier bound by duty and a rogue bound by secrets. According to the whispers of the Irvath, one is her salvation, and the other is her end. She just doesn't know which is which. As a sheltered noble she must brave a dying desert and a world of ash to find her sister, only to discover that her greatest survival tool is her heart.
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Cairus Music was the only thing that ever listened back. Every note I played held control, precision-something my life never gave me after my parents were taken in a mafia raid. I built myself from silence into perfection, a name people respected, a sound they couldn't forget. But at this university, something feels wrong. Eyes linger too long. Footsteps echo when no one's there. The past I buried is breathing down my neck. And then there's Vance. Loud where I'm quiet. Reckless where I'm controlled. Dangerous in ways I can't read. He watches me like he already knows something I don't. Like I'm part of a rhythm I never chose. I don't trust him. But somehow, I can't ignore him either. Vance I don't fail. I just don't care-about classes, rules, or anything this place pretends matters. But I need Adrian to pass, so I play along. Show up. Pretend. Then I hear him. Caius. Every note he plays feels too perfect, too controlled-like he's hiding something under all that precision. And I know secrets when I see them. I've lived in them. He thinks he's untouchable. Untamed. He's wrong. Because I see the cracks-the way he looks over his shoulder, the tension in his hands. Someone's already hunting him. And the worst part? I don't know if I want to protect him... or be the one who breaks him.

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