‘Even the smallest child in Avar knows that not all fairy tales come true…’

Josiah Rose was a man raised in death. His mother died when he was young and the Kingdom of Avar was run by the Vampiric Regime of Sias Amman—descendant of the victors of the War of Blood Hollow.

After his father’s passing, Josiah was caught in a fierce battle between his step mother over his childhood home. Now at twenty-one, there is only one word surrounding the market: Marriage.

Talks of nobles far and wide coming for a ball to swoon one Prince Malik Amman ring loud as Josiah finds himself in a carriage on his way into the lions den. Now Josiah has to put on his best act to survive dancing with eyes as red as blood. All the while, it feels like someone’s staring at him in the shadows.

How does one dance in slippers made of glass? How does one not get burned to cinders by dragon’s flame?

Cinders is created by Emma Silver, an eGlobal Creative Publishing signed author

Cinders

If I had to describe the color of the inside of the castle, it would be gold. So. Much. Gold. I was certain that the castle could rival fabled cities of gold  with how much gold there was throughout the palace ballroom alone.


Stepping into the ballroom, there were so many aristocrats doing what they did best—bargaining. It made me almost feel ashamed to be in their presence. I stayed close to the wall to try and get out of hearing all the talks of marriages and titles. However, I was almost immediately swept up into a dance by a lord that I assumed had been following me with his eyes since I walked in with Levi. 


“May I have the honor of the first dance?” he had asked. If I was expecting the vampires to at least have shreds of personality to differentiate them, I was wrong. I bit back my tongue and bowed to him gently, “Of course, sir.” He took my hand immediately and pulled me off into the crowd.


Chapter 8: Gilded Gold