This is not a story of a charming boy next door and a pretty girl wherein they meet, fall in love and live happily ever after. This is a story of a boy with nothing but intellect as his only treasure and a baneful girl with secrets nobody dares ask her about. The pursuit of his answers begin long after when he comes to know that he too is a part of the skeletons in her cupboard and unsuspected feelings bloom in him as he sees in her a familiar face from his bygone years. This is not the story of a boy who grew into a man through pain. This is the story of a girl who was never to be born.

Lordly Loralie Hansel

“Grace isn’t God’s improvised response to sin. Sin is our ongoing refusal of God’s already given grace.” 


"I'm so sorry for not being attentive, Blaine. That was a close call, thank you Tzion. But why did Montel have to go to lengths, cutting his own arm just for the sake of deviating Loralie's mind from murdering Blaine?" Elwyn asked Tzion. 


"Loralie has a particular standard for something to qualify as a distraction. She will let herself be distracted only if that 'something' surpasses that standard," Tzion replied. 


"That sounds absurd to me. Are you certain?" Elwyn questioned him, to which Tzion smiled a little. 


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