‘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 pounding of my heart was no better than roaring thunder. My breathing was sharp. Every breath stabbed at me while freezing me at my core. My legs screamed at me to stop running all the while my mind demanded I find somewhere safe. I needed a place to hide myself from Malik’s madness and obsession with me.


My ears started to ring. My head grew light from lack of oxygen as I panted to get said oxygen into my aching lungs. My vision started to blur and for a moment I feared I’d pass out before I was safe. All the plants and flowers blurred past me in a rainbow streak.


I tore my coat off of me no sooner than I had passed the underbrush. All the layers were slowing me down, but I preferred it rather than streaking through the hedges shirtless or in the worst possibility—in the nude. Gods above know that it would do wonders with the sun burning me to a crisp.


Chapter 36: Not your Cinderella