Kirjahaku

In a world where magic is hidden beneath a veil of normalcy, one young woman is about to discover her extraordinary destiny. Millie has always lived a life of quiet confinement, under the watchful eye of the Consilium. While her days are filled with meticulous routines and academia, a storm is brewing-one that will unveil the magic she's long been unaware of. As the secrets of her hidden powers emerge, she must navigate the treacherous path where power struggles and ancient prophecies collide. Amidst the chaos, she grapples with her role in a destiny tied to ancient gods and the balance of magic itself.

The ceremony naming Cassidy as her family's heir glimmers on the horizon. Her twin was clear; he planned to prevent her ascension and decimate any chance of the family surviving. As the violent possibilities danced across her mind's eye, her stomach turned. He promised to leave her for last, which left her terrified to think of what her loved ones would endure if she failed to keep them safe......

After decades of lies have been revealed, Cassidy must fight for her and her family's survival. Even the gods are fighting for her soul. Who's influence will determine the outcome? Who will stand victorious when it's all said and done? Can Cassidy survive the dark once more?

Hope: (/hōp/) 1. A feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen. 2. A feeling of trust. 3. Grounds for believing that something good may happen. The storm clouds gathered on my wedding day. A celebration turned to tragedy by a single attack. By the time I awoke, my son was gone. My swollen stomach showed barely any trace of pregnancy. Only a faded purplish blue line down my stomach. Hope disappeared. Purpose evaporated. Can I survive long enough to find him?

Hope: (/hōp/) 1. A feeling of expectation and desire for a certain thing to happen. 2. A feeling of trust. 3. Grounds for believing that something good may happen. The storm clouds gathered on my wedding day. A celebration turned to tragedy by a single attack. By the time I awoke, my son was gone. My swollen stomach showed barely any trace of pregnancy. Only a faded purplish blue line down my stomach. Hope disappeared. Purpose evaporated. Can I survive long enough to find him?

Don't worry about the screams from the blender. There's no need to be concerned. It's all normal here.

Inside the fridge are the WORDS I dare not speak and thoughts I never acknowledged. Until. Now.

A lifetime of dangers taught me to treat life like a chess game. Plan every move, every decision as if it's required for the win. One blunder, one mistake could cost me my life, or the lives of the people I love. The more I play, the more I question.... Am I a pawn in someone else's game or a queen in my own?