Pre-Order Today!I’m not me when I kill people. At least, that’s what I tell myself. I wake up, and I know I’ve done something horrible. My hands are covered in blood, my clothes are gone, and my stomach feels full. I don’t remember what I did. All I remember is the pain. It’s impossible to forget.
It starts with the fur. It spreads like fire, melting me. My bones go next, shifting, changing, breaking. I always cry, always scream, but I can live with the pain. I can’t live with what comes next. Something takes control and pushes me into the dark. I sleep a dreamless sleep, and when I wake up, the nightmare begins.
I don’t know them, the people I’ve killed, the ones I’ve eaten. But I do know they weren’t all bad. I live with the pain because I deserve it.
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150 Years Ago
“It is a death sentence you have damned us to. If there was a way to pay this debt with your blood, I would cut you this instant and spill every drop.” The very thought of her words slice just as viciously had she carried out her threat. Prince Verren, eldest son of the High Whimsy King, sits slouching over the desk of his study. Some of the last words spoken to him by his wife play on a torturous loop in his head. He envisions silver locks, the touch like satin sheets between his fingertips gliding down her back. In his mind, he brushes the dimples of her smile, gentle enough to stop a war, but he smirks, knowing she carries a temper that can easily start one. Despite the beauty of the bustling golden streets just beyond his window and the diamond-dusted buildings that reflect all of Melzy, his heart sits hollow. What he won’t give to find his wife. Blood pools into his knuckles; he knows it’s not at the hands of another but because she wants it this way. After she ran away, he went straight to the castle’s mixer. Someone capable of crafting a mix powerful enough to extract the pain. The man had suggested a sleeping mix, for agonizing nights, or even a forgetting mix, so that Verren would never remember what she had done.”Available on Amazon
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