In the search of her goddess mother who abandoned her on birth, Jevelene leaves behind a cold Italy to the magical kingdom of Alkinshime in the icebergs of North Sweden. But what she ends up finding was completely beyond her fantasies. A demon and a demigod, a magical horse that leads them to a a curse upon the doomsday clock that spins the entire world to an inevitable apocalypse. It's a race against time, with a being that controls time on your side and about a thousand gods on the other. Demons, ghouls, witches, gods all against one immortal Gatekeeper. Where your magic becomes your shackles, only a human can save us. But again, it's a race against time because all you have is just ten days to doom and twelve stars to gather.

"Tell me, father 
what to ask forgiveness for?
What I am, or what I am not?
Tell me, mother
What should I regret?
What I became, or what I didn't?"

Dear Ms Lady Demigod: Twelve Days To Doom

<p>Something changed after that spring morning. It was summer and the grass was the grass surrounding them as they laid the sheets up for drying in the sun. Sylvester threw some water on Nataniel's face and he ran, holding the lavenders in his arms. To Nataniel, it almost seemed that he could love something not monstrous. That he could plant white lavenders on snow. And he did. </p>

<p>He slipped them down everything he could touch or reach. The willowing boughs, the table vases, the windows, the bed, into his hair and Sylvester looked at him working in the gardens. They squeezed their hands into the warm earth, his golden skin brushing against the pink leaflets, fragile spring, twittering, fleeting and flying away from constantly not its light, but darkness. Dark but light, warm hands and cold skin.</p>

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