abiiiithewriter

Hello again, 
          	
          	Of The Lamp has hit 1k reads, which is amazing!! Here’s a snippet from the most recent chapter ⭐️
          	
          	
          	
          	
          	"Do I need to remind you, Sidhe, that you still owe me three wishes? And I can make them anything I want?" He sipped his drink, looking up at her as if he hadn't just threatened her with her worst nightmare. "Do we understand each other?"
          	
          	Dina bit into the apple. "Yes."
          	
          	He raised a perfectly manicured brow.
          	
          	She swallowed the fruit. It scraped her throat.
          	
          	"Yes, master."
          	
          	He smiled like he'd won. "That's better."
          	
          	An hour later, Dina was back in the dungeons, another broken body at her feet.

abiiiithewriter

Hello again, 
          
          Of The Lamp has hit 1k reads, which is amazing!! Here’s a snippet from the most recent chapter ⭐️
          
          
          
          
          "Do I need to remind you, Sidhe, that you still owe me three wishes? And I can make them anything I want?" He sipped his drink, looking up at her as if he hadn't just threatened her with her worst nightmare. "Do we understand each other?"
          
          Dina bit into the apple. "Yes."
          
          He raised a perfectly manicured brow.
          
          She swallowed the fruit. It scraped her throat.
          
          "Yes, master."
          
          He smiled like he'd won. "That's better."
          
          An hour later, Dina was back in the dungeons, another broken body at her feet.

abiiiithewriter

Hi everyone ✨
          
          We’re over halfway through Of The Lamp, and I wanted to share a snippet from the most recent chapter! 
          
          “The Sidhe was built for destruction, for flattening and creating countries, for scaring foreign kings into submission. But this past week, when she'd done nothing but watch the world from her spot on the roof, she didn't feel like the Sidhe. She felt like Dina. 
          
          Two guards pinned Tarrin to the ground, cuffing his hands behind his back. 
          
          Sea-green eyes met hers. "I'm sorry." 
          
          His words were useless. His apologies got her nowhere. Because of his reckless idea to knife the guards—and her foolishness for letting him go through with it—they were trapped. And she would never watch the world from that rooftop again.”

abiiiithewriter

Somehow, Of The Lamp is #4 in fantasyadventure ⭐️
          
          Here’s a preview of Chapter One, for anyone who wants a sneak peek: 
          
          
          
          
          
          His sea-green eyes didn't waver from her blunt stare. "Sidhe?" 
          
          Her skin prickled, but she hid the reaction with a raise of her brow. "People only call me that when they want something." 
          
          As if remembering he still lay on the hard rock, the man shot to his feet. He pressed the object tightly against his chest. Soft moonlight grazed its handle, unveiling a simple iron lamp with more dents and scratches from the last time she'd seen it. 
          
          The thud, thud, thud of his heart pounded inside Dina's skull. 
          
          "Is this your lamp?" He shouted against the thrashing ocean, clutching the object tighter to his body. 
          
          A weight inside her stomach dragged her down. 
          
          "It is The Lamp," she corrected, already knowing where this conversation would end.