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Saayan hesitated before continuing to Aelanor, "Shadow creatures possess basic emotions, like love, hate, anger, happiness, grief, but not in mass. Lesser feelings, like fear, intuition, bravery- these are not present in shadows. No, I was talking about a very real, very consolidated form of a shadow- that is to say, it exists. For real. That place has something ominous going on." There was a silence as everyone contemplated her words. Finally, Aelanor addressed Haz'th. "Haz'th, you told us of the Generals, remember? The black market that connect all the worlds. Do you think you can lead us through that way?" "Yes, I suppose I could. But where?" the child asked. "Probably to the Golden Barro

Allan’s shadow manipulation guided them, his control over the darkness creating a clear path. They finally reached the heart of the fortress, where the Shadow Relic, a dark, pulsating orb, sat atop a pedestal. The room was filled with an oppressive energy, the shadows swirling around them. Kai stepped forward, his hand reaching for the relic. As his fingers brushed the surface, the shadows in the room seemed to come alive, forming into a massive, dark figure. The figure spoke, its voice a deep, echoing growl. “You seek the power of the Shadow Relic, but you must prove your worth. Face me, and show that you are worthy.”

I would like to take this opportunity to thank you for your support in reading my book. This is my first ever book to be published and I look forward to reading your comments Everything that is written in this book is purely from my imagination and should the names or story resemble anyone's real life it is purely coincidental. I hope you will be as engaged and entertained in reading as much as I was in writing it. I thank my family for their support and in believing in my work. Thank you to good novel and my editor for the opportunity.

I also won't beg. I pick up one of the worn volumes and open it. In the beginning, there were two. In the beginning, one male, one female. In the beginning, no war, no famine. In the beginning, love. Within a short time, I'm enthralled. It's like reading a science fiction novel even though I know these events happened. This book is about their history. I stop myself. My history. It's told by a female Shadow Warrior named Nalista.

he said. "Yes," Dravon said. Outside the window the settlement was alive and loud and building itself into something new under a sky that didn't know what was coming for it. Inside the room two people who had already survived one war stood in the morning light and decided, without drama and without ceremony, that they were going to be ready for the next one. They went to find Elaryn. END OF BOOK ONE Aldric & Dravon will return.

Progress, I suppose, though hardly control. The shadow pauses, seeming to assess my defensive posture. For a heartbeat, I think I hear whispering—words too faint to decipher, spoken in a language that tugs at some primal recognition within me. Then the shadow retreats, melting into the deeper darkness beyond the orchard's edge. I remain frozen, light crackling between my fingers, waiting to see if it returns. Only when minutes pass without further sightings do I allow myself to breathe normally again, though I don't extinguish my light. Its gentle glow illuminates my path forward, keeping the deepest shadows at bay.

"And... what is that?" "My shadow. But... it's alive." Elara approached warily, studying the shadow. "Silver eyes. That’s a remnant of The Whisperer. But he should be gone." "Maybe he left behind... a seed," Siron said, remembering Elandra’s warning. The shadow suddenly moved again. This time, it pointed toward Elara’s bag lying on the living room floor, where Elandra’s notebook was kept. "It wants the book," Siron hissed.

He was a Permanent Resident of the Margin. ​The Third Twin ​As the fleet began to move toward the "Final Rim," a shadow appeared in the airlock—not Kael’s shadow, but a third, tiny silhouette. ​Nora’s eyes widened. She looked at the shadow, then at her father. ​The "Shadow-Echo" of the Printing Press had accidentally brought something back from the Under-World. A figure that the Author had deleted in Chapter One. ​A small, silver-haired boy with Davis-green eyes, holding a broken wooden flute.