Description
With a childhood stolen, Myra had always felt like she grew up too fast, bearing too much responsibility for a child her age. Her father's death had tossed her into a vortex of confusion and dubiety, of doubt and incertanity. The pain she felt at his memory was intense, signifying her unhealed wounds. Covinced by a belief that the root of all her problems was her ignorance, she tries to discover her father's past, untangling the knots that have been tied on a subject left untouched for too long. Myra refuses to live in the dark anymore, but could darkness be all she's throwing herself into? This is where vinidictive souls sit upon crystal thrones, worshiped by their people. This is where demonic spirits rule hearts and consume spirit, mind and body. It is where phantoms and wraiths wander the mortal lands free and ghouls of the forest lurk in the shadows of moon-lit nights. Here is a place where no one is safe, a place where all evil roams free. ~ Copyright All Rights Reserved
Prologue
