Sixth Sense meets Stranger Things
I thought to die that night in the solitude where they would never find me…
Once in an eon, when the Earth eclipses the moon on a winter solstice, an immortal is born under a witching moon. Anne has always had the strangest feelings—memories she couldn’t place; strangers she inexplicably yearned for.
I wanted so desperately to prove useful to our world and the people in it relying on me. Even if I did hate the attention it brought me. If I could just find a course for us something that might provide guidance or help us uncover a way out….
No one can know about the curse in her bloodline. No one can know that she’s lost her magic. No one can know the truth about the boy who holds the missing half of her soul.
What lengths will dream weaver Ali be forced to go to, to protect her love when Morpheus goes rogue?
We always have choice, boireannach glic—no destiny is written. We’re all born with gifts; all we can do is harness them, and walk the path that feels the truest. Stay grounded, stay centred.
Once there was a boy who believed…
I must have drifted off at some point though, because my alarm jolted me awake, and I almost wondered if I’d dreamt the whole thing…
She’s eighteen, this girl, a woman really, raised mostly in isolation, taught to run a house as if this one isn’t a ruin waiting to fall with a dying family (decreased yet again by a recent death), no fortune and no prospects of which to speak.