Change is Fate’s little sister. Fate and I shared a long, hateful history, where Change and I were virtual strangers. Change can make you or break you, just like Fate. I’ve let them do both. The trick is to embrace what they bring.
I was nineteen the first time I killed another person. Blood dripped from my claws, and I
just stared as he went. I stood over him, watching his paling face while sight left his eyes, breath left his lungs and his soul went straight to hell.
There’d been a time when I didn’t even like to watch such scenes play out in a movie. Change played time like a fiddle while Fate watched me dance.
I hated to love my new life. Most nights I raged inside. Some nights I remembered the girl I was in another lifetime—a pastel-tinted, musical, lonely life in the sunshine. Those times were a few short months ago that felt like decades on the day. Sometimes I wondered if my new way of life was also my own, personal brand of mourning for the girl I used to be. . . .
And then I was set free…
This event is going really well! 101 requests in the first day. Holy mother of pearl! I can’t wait to sign and send out copies. (=
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