The Fallen Ice (Starting March 15, 2016)

The Fallen Ice (Starting March 15, 2016)

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Hair as black as night, eyes as green as the sea, lips as pink as love. Hair as white as snow, lips as red as blood, eyes as grey as angry clouds. "It is like she is telling me to do the opposite, believe the opposite, speak the opposite of what I have been taught." "Do you listen to her?" "Sometimes I have no choice. It is like she has a mind of her own. She takes over and I have to fight to get back on the horse." "What if you let her out?" "Then I will be helping the enemy." "What if she is showing you that you are meant to be the savior to this kingdom? You have a chance to make a change in your parents' rule." "I cannot do that." "You cannot, but Ice could. She is you. Let her come out and show you who you really are. Let her fall out into the world to save it." "She has already has fallen more than once." SNEAK PEAK Not full story!!!
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