‘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

The music had returned to its original melancholic seduction. The whispers of the room were low, as the women fanned themselves with their arrogance while those men that seemed all the more bored hid behind their wine glasses. I found myself in a better position to ignore their musings at the warm feeling of the stranger’s hand in mine.


There was a brush against the back of my neck, causing me to turn my head toward this stranger. I could count the amount of times I was left breathless as I found his gaze so stuck on mine, in a fit of curiosity. Such a curiosity that I could relate to one seeking out things that are new and different.


At the same time this curiosity appeared filled with a smaller amount of admiration. This admiration caught me off guard while this stranger’s hand wrapped itself around my waist. His hands were warm, different from the hands of Prince Malik who was now camouflaged within the sea of other attendants.


Chapter 10: The Clock Struck Twelve