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My Bloody Canvas

My Bloody Canvas

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Horror
There is beauty hidden in life, but until the veil of the living has been lifted you can never truly see it. In death, beauty is clear. The first time Anastasia encountered death, she was six. Unlike a normal child she wasn’t scared but fascinated. Her parents drove her to the edge, forcing knowledge down her throat. She strived to achieve and please them. Aged nine her brother, who had been living with severe schizophrenia for his fourteen years of life, committed suicide. Her parents, made beautiful art from his death. Still trying to become their pride and joy, she too created her own art from his fatality. It became apparent she was their prodigy. If only they’d know how far she would go for her art… Read on…
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I don't have to tell you about to me say I'm not normal. I don't even have to say my name. Just take my hand, and let me show you to the looking-glass. Look inside, and you'll see. I'm sixteen years old. I spend my life more with the dead than the living. And my father- why, my father is the Grim Reaper. Blakely knew from when she was born that she wouldn't lead a life that was ordinary. But even her unorthodox path took a turn when she met the half-angel, Arielle, whose soul had resisted her reaping. After being turned mortal, she is forced on a quest to discover her past: her heritage, her father's lies, and the true reason her brother ran away from home. Foes unite and secrets are spilled in a quest for the truth, and family are reunited and broken apart. But, when it counts, will Blakely make the right decision? This was the angel's true form, I knew; so pure that it was deadly to behold. "You won't have me, Blakely. You'll never have me."

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