Description
Under the glow of lanterns and moonlight, George stood beneath the musty orange maple tree, its ribbons fluttering in the wind. A sudden gust swept past him. When he opened his eyes, she was there. A slender figure. Emerald green eyes. Short black hair dancing in the breeze. Her pale face glowing brighter than the lanterns. Everything else disappeared - except her. Maybe Maskvale wasn't just a new beginning... maybe it was fate. But George doesn't know the truth. Maskvale holds secrets - in its festivals, in its soil, in its whispers. Some whispers are beautiful. Some are not meant to be heard. Has George found love - or something dark, twisted, and unforgettable? Find out in my debut mystery-romance novel, Whispers in Festives. --- Author's Note: Hi everyone! I've always dreamed of writing stories, and I finally found the courage to share this one. It means the world to me. If you enjoy any part of it, please leave a like or comment - I'd love to hear from you. Your support keeps me writing!
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