The Red Traders

The Red Traders

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Fiction
Fantasy
It was Brook's mother that started the revolution. An immortal figurehead. A martyr killed at the hands of the tyrants that rule Othat. But Brook was raised by her mother's enemies. Trained and taught by the Red Traders, the daylight guards of the vampire royalty, Brook wants no part in the cause her mother gave her life for. But as the revolution gains momentum Brook may not have that choice. Not a vampire romance.
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Fancy

When people see me walking down the street, they call me names. Whore, Slut, you name it. It's not my fault I was thrown out at eighteen by my mother and the only person kind enough to take me in was Cashmere Brooks, the owner of the ever popular Trackerjacker Gentlemen's Club. Being a dancer wasn't my first plan. But the money made waitressing just isn't worth the constant fondling from the patrons. So I was forced to dance. I will admit that the money is good. But what good is money when you're dead inside. But then I just remind myself that it's not me on that stage, but a person I don't even know. On that stage I'm no longer Katniss Everdeen, the scared eighteen year old who just last month didn't have enough money to feed myself. On that stage I'm an unknown face. On that stage, they call me Fancy.

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