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"Besides, there's something poetic about the pawns destroying the game board, don't you think?" She left him sitting in the abandoned lodge, contemplating the terrible freedom that came with having nothing left to lose and everything to gain by ensuring their manipulator shared their fate. Outside, the wind picked up, carrying with it the scent of coming storms.

"The one who stayed. The one who chose. And that, Ivy, is why we are going to win." He kissed her again—a seal on their new covenant. Then, he hit the button for the surface. Now that they have erased the Source and broken the Trust’s map, can they survive the chaos of a world without a design—or will they find that the only thing more dangerous than a structured empire is the two architects who have nothing left to lose? (Watch out for Chapter 148) 💬 Add to library | Vote | please leave a review | Gifts

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to me over and over. The fear of losing my mother as well, gave me the strength to keep going, for her. She was all I had left. Even if she had given up on herself, I wouldn't and if that made me selfish for wanting to keep her with me, I could live with that. Doctor Thorne had known me my entire life, as had everyone else in this damn village. We were a close community, I had the support of the whole village but I never felt more alone. To think how I couldn't wait to go off and live my life and yet now, I would do anything to go back to how it was - to how I was.

and walk away. I hear yelling and footsteps running after me, once I get to one of the biggest trees on campus I climb it. When I reach the halfway point I take a set on one of the branches, I look down to see Alexander and Josephina run past the tree. Then Jaxon almost runs past my little hiding spot, but instead stops right under my tree. He stands there for a minute then walks away. I start to climb down the tree, right when I get to the bottom I hear a branch snap and that causes me to lose my concentration making me lose my footing. When I fall I prepare for the impact of the ground but it’s hard surface never comes.

The two went to the center of the arena and prepared for the fight. The ground started shaking, rocks after rocks fell to the arena. It was an endless earthquake. But one girl was showing more strength than the other, hat girl won the fight after she made a pretty deep hole on the ground where the other girl is standing, making the girl fall into the pit. The girl who won throw huge earth rocks to the pit making the other mage not able to fight back.

In that sorrowful moment, he knew that his loss would be eternal. Forever. ****** The book ends here officially. The second book is up. You can check it on my profile. LUST: FAINTEST SHADE OF LOVE. It was a mind-blowing journey for me and all of us. Hope to see you guys on first page of second book. I love you all.

A woman who had dared to lose everything and found herself instead. **[END]**

“There’s an elegiac tone to your book, Gwen. A sense of loss amid the win. Do you still feel that?” The table quieted, listening. I thought of the ghost of Pryce’s abandoned crane on the northern cliff, of the quiet, expensive battle he was still fighting with geology. I thought of the lingering weariness in Lanc’s shoulders, of the permanent alertness in Chloe’s eyes. “Yes,” I said honestly. “You don’t go through a fight like that without losing something. Innocence, maybe. The idea that your home is just yours, and not something you have to defend. But…” I looked around the table, at the faces lit by the warm pub light. “You gain a deeper sense of it, too. And you gain this. A family you f

Everyone here either had something to sell, or something to run from. Tunde moved past a man selling drone eyes out of a lunchbox. Past a woman trading baby formula for bullets. His hand clutched the bundle tightly under his jacket, the shard of adrium. It still pulsed faintly, even through the cloth. He didn’t look anyone in the eye. Eyes invited questions. Questions got people killed. He reached the back of the corridor, where a dull green light glowed over a rusted shutter. The words stenciled on the metal read: