I stare down at my tattered robe feeling its striking green
cling to my gaze longfully. There was once a point in time when this robe was considered an honor to wear. The very body it clung to was granted the ultimate respect for merely being in it...
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"Do you know what happens when you clip a bird's wings?" He questions coldly, keeping his finger under my chin as he forces me to look at him.
"They can't fly," I mutter, feeling his body circle around me as he watches me.
"How many wings must I clip before you realize you can trust no one but me?" he questions coldly.
How do I answer his question when wrongs no longer feel bad, and chaos has infiltrated every corner of my life?
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Yes, baddies it's true. I have started writing the second book. We still have quite a few chapters for the first book, but I figured I'd get you all excited with the cover and a small quote from the book. This can be literally anyone speaking given the ending you all have in store. Hope you are all excited as I am (also woot woot cover and name reveal) Ily babes.
