Ichor

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Reads 3,487,205
Votes 6,613
Parts 2
Time 14m

{SAMPLE: Published on Amazon}
    
    Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died. 
    
    When the Greek Gods and Goddesses were usurped from their home on Mt. Olympus, they crashed upon Earth and enslaved the human race. Children spend their existence inside prisons ran by ruthless Immortals, and upon their eighteenth birthday, they are thrown into an arena to be fought after. Once won, they are scarified with their name and short-lived identity in an unforgiving world, where there is an absence of hope for people with mortality coursing through their red veins.
    
    Servitude shackled humanity, but then a girl stood in the arena on the first summer solstice since she turned eighteen years old. A nameless girl, trembling behind the safety of her friend, landed in the Gods' worlds without knowing that she was going to be their unraveling. This wide-eyed slave, who bled two colors.
    
    One red like humans. 
    
    One gold like the gods. 
    
    Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died, but she's here to take it back.
    
    
    Final Book Cover commissioned by @Fantastical-InkAll Rights Reserved

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{SAMPLE: Published on Amazon}
    
    Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died. 
    
    When the Greek Gods and Goddesses were usurped from their home on Mt. Olympus, they crashed upon Earth and enslaved the human race. Children spend their existence inside prisons ran by ruthless Immortals, and upon their eighteenth birthday, they are thrown into an arena to be fought after. Once won, they are scarified with their name and short-lived identity in an unforgiving world, where there is an absence of hope for people with mortality coursing through their red veins.
    
    Servitude shackled humanity, but then a girl stood in the arena on the first summer solstice since she turned eighteen years old. A nameless girl, trembling behind the safety of her friend, landed in the Gods' worlds without knowing that she was going to be their unraveling. This wide-eyed slave, who bled two colors.
    
    One red like humans. 
    
    One gold like the gods. 
    
    Five hundred years ago, humanity's freedom died, but she's here to take it back.
    
    
    Final Book Cover commissioned by @Fantastical-Ink

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