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EE thank you sm!

lemme explain the plot hold on

so

Desiree is a blood witch, and her blood line is strong, but she has no real blood power. instead, she has an abundance of emotional magic, which includes sensing emotions, manipulating them, etc

so, her coven dies - they're killed by the king because of their 'dangerous power'. her mother and sister are 2 of the slaughtered.

5 years later, on her 19th birthday, it is told to her that she will be courted by and eventually have to marry the crown prince - the same one who's father killed her family. so obviously, she hates him. but suddenly, citizens begin to lose their memories. and she has two options: endure the prince's company and find out why this is happening, OR not do a thing and risk losing everything she has left in the world.

thoughts?

that sounds sooooo cool. i would def read. whenever you have a little snippet, i would love to read!

kenjibea [uh oh, i'm falling in love 🤍🩶🖤] wrote: "that sounds sooooo cool. i would def read. whenever you have a little snippet, i would love to read!"

yayy, and thank you sm! I acc have the prologue completely finished, should I put it here or pm you?

Ooo that sounds so interesting!!!!

either works!

I would love to read the prologue!

Maria wrote: "Ooo that sounds so interesting!!!!"

thank you!!

so, for context: Darla is desiree's mom, Daphne is her sister. this prologue is set right before the fight that killed the two of them, and this is when darla got back to their campsite and was injured, informing her daughters that the king was after them. the prologue, like the rest of the book, is 3rd person past tense. also, Darla never really cared about desiree, just Daphne, as Daphne was set to inherit the throne of the blood witches and had the blood power that Desiree did not.

anyways, here's the snippet:

“Protect each other, do you understand me? With everything but your lives. Run, my girls, and do not look back until you have crossed the lands’ border. Do not come back until you are sure that you can make this world a better, fairer place.” Desirée trembled. What was this affection from their mother? Since when had she cared if her youngest lived or died? It had always been about Daphne. What had changed?

Maria wrote: "I would love to read the prologue!"

Ok! I just posted a lil snippet, I'm editing it right now actually so i'll keep giving you more bits and pieces as I go!

alrighty heres what I have for chapter 1 so far (ps its unedited)

The world had come to an end 17 years ago, and―
Desiree slammed the book shut. Another book chosen from the palace’s extensive library, another day of not even making it a page before being dissatisfied.
It was unfortunate, she thought, that she had read the entire stash of romance novels her sister had collected and stashed for her, for it seemed that not only did the Levinian palace not seem to house anything new, they also didn’t seem particularly inclined to acquire it. And since Desiree had been banned from climbing the ladders herself, and she was terrible at asking for what she wanted, she just kept requesting books the librarians enjoyed. Depending on whose shift it was, she would get a historical non-fiction, a scientific fiction, or maybe (if she was lucky) a light romance that she would actually enjoy.
At least twice a week, she would ask. If she didn’t like the book, she would keep it for a few days, perhaps skim it to understand the basic plot, and then return it, pretending she had read it, so as to not disappoint the ones who provided her with an escape, and in the meantime she would reread one of the ones her sister had stashed away for her, until she could open the next box of them on her birthday. If she did enjoy it, she would take it out for days, maybe even weeks if the length required her to do so, and she would read it once or twice or five times before she had to return it.
Few things in her life made her happier than this process did.
However, today was different. Her birthday was tomorrow, and, if she was lucky, there would be another box of books waiting for her in the morning. She had stopped begging the librarians to give her them in advance, knowing that they would forever respect what her sister had requested of them all those years ago. However, apparently this year they were taking it a step farther. They knew she cherished the books, so not only had they not given them to her, they had refused to allow her to take more than one book for the day, so that it would not overshadow tomorrow’s reading.

Lizzy (Elizabeth) wrote: "That sounds amazing!!! :)"

OMG thank you sm!