Books author - "Jordan Link"
The real world is simply not as exciting as the ones that often exist in our dreams--though some aspects can be just as monotonous and agonizing.
Maria, who lives in the city of Lores, is attending a moonlit masquerade ball. But she is completely unaware that the ball will have a permanent effect on her life-to-come.
Eve Rainwood lives in a society where age is earned by achievement, not reached through good health. But what will happen when she reaches the day of her loan, having done nothing of significance?
Inspector "X" may seem like a regular detective when hired by clients, but when he is hired by a multi-millionaire client at a supposedly haunted mansion, it becomes obvious that he is not.
I stared after him, the boy that had stolen my heart. He still had it, even as he faded out of sight, even as he crossed the tree line and disappeared back into the woods. He still had it.
The sky was ablaze with purple lights that hovered about, illuminating the ominous darkness that hung over the Swamp of Gloom. Steam rose from the depths, masking the view of a single boat that cut through the haze, the boat that I just so happened to be in, leaving a trail of clear water behind it as it went.
The real world is simply not as exciting as the ones that often exist in our dreams--though some aspects can be just as monotonous and agonizing.
Maria, who lives in the city of Lores, is attending a moonlit masquerade ball. But she is completely unaware that the ball will have a permanent effect on her life-to-come.
Eve Rainwood lives in a society where age is earned by achievement, not reached through good health. But what will happen when she reaches the day of her loan, having done nothing of significance?
Inspector "X" may seem like a regular detective when hired by clients, but when he is hired by a multi-millionaire client at a supposedly haunted mansion, it becomes obvious that he is not.
I stared after him, the boy that had stolen my heart. He still had it, even as he faded out of sight, even as he crossed the tree line and disappeared back into the woods. He still had it.
The sky was ablaze with purple lights that hovered about, illuminating the ominous darkness that hung over the Swamp of Gloom. Steam rose from the depths, masking the view of a single boat that cut through the haze, the boat that I just so happened to be in, leaving a trail of clear water behind it as it went.