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Love and destiny wait for no one.
Skyla Messenger is in the arms of death.
While Skyla awaits the verdict of the faction war, she makes some troubling discoveries. Covenants that were sealed in the past come back to haunt her, and she must make hard decisions that will effect all those around her.
EXCERPT
Time. It is the compass on which all human breath relies. It dispenses increments filled with love, grief, harrowing suffering, and indescribable joy until each measure comes to an end with the swift close of a casket.
Life is born of God’s own breath. Each destiny painstakingly bore with patience. My destiny was unveiled at the crossroads of love and sacrifice. Love is innate, it magnifies—glorifies. Sacrifice is foreign, alien, it requires surrender, it demotes, removes—it willingly chooses the path of suffering in order to venerate something other than itself. Sacrificing for the ones you love is the most beautiful gift of all. It can never be repaid. You would never want it to.
A tower of flames surrounds me. The enemy glows with its midnight smile as I resolve to embrace the fire. The end had come. All those moments, all those disposable increments of time had finally reached their ultimate conclusion. Destiny had landed my feet at the doorstep of eternity. She had her way with me—swept me into a lethal corner as if I were dust, nothing more than gossamer, unimportant, insignificant as a sigh. My every breath was numbered, and, now, the next would mark my last.
There is a clarity that only the threshold of death can bring, an instant perspective on all those hazy precepts we often ignore as we amble toward our final hour. It’s in that moment—our very last—we realize a visceral truth, so powerful, it has the ability to unhinge the past, evaporate it in an instant, useless as a dream. The end of our days, the end of our journey in these coats of flesh, is merely the birth of something new.
Our days are nothing but a preface. We had been shaping our true destiny through our actions all along.
Life followed life—death was just a lie.
The end is simply the beginning.
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Falling in love is a lot like death. It chooses you. It decides the moment and the chain of events that will preclude the precise intersection of life in which it occurs. It uses you—treats you as though you were malleable in its warm pliable hands. It doesn’t bother to ask if you want it, or need it, just fills the gaping hole of destiny’s design.
Love. My world blooms with its beautiful never-ending ache. I would give all of my blood to my enemies to have it completely—if I knew it would satisfy them—if I could live without it. But I know the resolution. I know the end of the story before it ever begins. I must choose love. And for this, I will surely die.
It is that time in my life—a time for love and a time for death. Fate had intertwined the two, bereaved of any mercy. It is in the architecture of my being, the infrastructure. The pillars of my life had been established long ago—the blueprint written in my bloodlines.
About the author:
Addison Moore is a New York Times, USA Today, and Wall Street Journal bestselling author who writes contemporary and paranormal romance. Her work has been featured in Cosmopolitan magazine. Previously she worked for nearly a decade as a therapist on a locked psychiatric unit. She resides with her husband, four wonderful children, and two dogs on the West Coast where she eats too much chocolate and stays up way too late. When she's not writing, she's reading.
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