One sister, a pure light that beckons, the other, a fierce light that burns. Fira and her sister are chased out of another village. Fleeing on foot across the empty moors, they’re caught by a storm that roars like the monsters ever in pursuit. But the wind changes and the thundering brings a stampede of defenders who carry them off to a secret place. Where mares dance and rabbits mine. Where the lost clans hid a lasting treasure. Where the girls’ curse is considered a blessing.
Just got it today! I can’t wait to read it! Probably not tonight 😒 cause I’m working and I’ve got Thunderstorms moving in.
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How apt! ::twinkle::
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I just finished reading it ! Absolutely beautiful. Each little detail is so lovingly placed and it made me grin. Can’t wait for the next installment
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Wonderful! I loved everyone in this! And dare I say, did we meet the ancestor of a cheeky First of Wards of our acquaintance? Or is this more like a job description as well? 😉 Either way around, I wish them all nothing but all the happiness they deserve! ❤️ What a satisfying story. Well done as usual! Thank you!
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I can’t let this day pass without saying May the FORTH be with you!
(I know I haven’t been very visible lately, but I’m still here… 🙃)
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