One is blessed, the other cursed. Neither is entirely sure which is which.
Lux was a warrior, a brilliant fighter who seemed stronger than humanly possible. Now, he’s locked away from the sunlight, his memories gnawing themselves to the bone, the scent of blood ever in his nostrils.
Illiaz is his jailor, a breathtakingly beautiful creature who seems too delicate to live. His hold on Lux is fragile as gossamer and stronger than the scent of blood ever on his breath.
It might almost be friendship.
"[The] Blessed frequently explores the themes of life and death, and the perseverance of hope and love in a setting of constant horror. . . . [Apepp] does a fantastic job of keeping the tension throughout the story." - Michael Alerich, Prism Review
If stories were stars, Remy would want to write an entire night sky full.
Remy writes stories for the same reason explorers adventure into and chart unknown territories—and also for the same reason people treat headaches by drinking water, eating snacks, taking pain meds, going for light walks, and getting rest.
All Remy wants from life is to write stories that touch you in the same place music does; that make you think differently than before; and that linger in your mind as if they'd been written into clay tablets rather than printed on paper or typed on screens.