Her voice, a trembling melody,
A plea for mercy, for she knew, someday,
The dream's embrace would fade away,
Leaving us both in disarray.
"Let go, my love, and break these chains,
For love in dreams brings naught but pains,
A fleeting joy, a transient bliss,
That leaves behind an endless abyss."
The red dust of Mars swirled around the landing module, a crimson storm brewing in the distance. Inside, a lone figure hunched over a datapad, his face illuminated by the cold blue light. This was Elias, a man burdened by the weight of the universe, his heart a black hole consuming hope. He was on a mission to find solace, a place where the burden of his melancholy wouldn’t be a liability, a place where sadness was not a flaw, but a virtue.
First she had to bury her loved one. Then she wound up stranded in a foreign country. Could Emilie, a former cyber crush, save Marguerite from further devastation? Or would Emilie take Marguerite’s downfall as an opportunity to be self-serving?
Amantha meets Kathleen when she takes over as office manager for her dentist. One day, Amantha is given a ride home by the seemingly friendly, easygoing Kathleen, and the two agree to get together.
Despite a mutual attraction, they get together as friends—Amantha married, Kathleen single. They chat, they dine, they shop, and do all the things friends normally do.
Then things take a personal turn. Amantha is okay with it at first, then Kathleen gets possessive.
A modern girl, a child of the age of sarcasm, cynicism, and memes, accidentally finds herself in a real medieval setting at the height of religious wars. But Anzhelika isn’t one to despair, and by the way, now the noble Sultan Salah ad-Din, who has intrigued her since her school years, is very close by...
Her training as an enchantress is not even half complete. Her job is to kill monsters. She travels alone in a barbarian land, recently conquered by her compatriots. Her path does not promise to be easy, but she does not intend to retreat.