A Play of Shadows
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- Parts 11
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Last published Sun, Oct 30, 2016
What would you do for immortality?
Any alchemist would answer the same. Anything. When they finally capture the siren whose blood holds the key to their eternity, the alchemists have no inhibitions about using force to get her to willingly part with it.
After centuries of evading the alchemists, Roseza finds herself waking up in a cell and is forced to endure mental and physical torture under her captors as she tries to find a way to escape before breaking. But, the longer she stays there, the more the alchemists begin to make Roseza question herself and who she's protecting. The longer she's there the longer Roseza wonders...
Even if she is rescued, can she ever go back?
Callum Marx is contacted for the first time by his father, Hades, to find his missing siren and rescue her from the alchemists before she cracks under them and allows the alchemists to rampage through the underworld. Unable to seek aid or advice from anyone, Callum must stand alone on his quest to find the nameless siren before it's too late.
No god or mortal is to be trusted.
Blood and Ichor will spill.
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