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On Freedis Island, being chosen by the goddess is every woman’s dream, a chance to leave and fulfill a divine purpose. Nicole Scarlett has spent years yearning for that honor, just like her mother before her.

But when she is finally chosen, she learns the truth. The women don’t leave. They are sacrificed, fed to a monstrous creature while the men watch in silence.

Left for dead, Nicole awakens a power she never knew she had. Now, she’s out for revenge. The men of Freedis built this world on the blood of women. She will burn it to the ground.

#magic #supernatural #nonhumans

Blood of the Chosen

I had been walking for hours. Puff was safely tucked on my head, sleeping away. She was much gentle than when I had just met her. I had found a mango tree while I walked and had eaten out of it and taken some for the road.

I imagined that since I found a fruit tree, there would be civilization on the island as someone would have needed to plant the fruit.

I held the mangoes in a sack made out of torn pieces of my clothes. Puff snored softly from where she was on my head. Her tiny claws occasionally twitched against my scalp. I was wary at first but she had not felt threatening since the fire incident. If anything, she seeemed more than comfortable snuggling on my head, treating me like her personal mode of transportation.

I walked deeper into the forest, hoping to find a village, a hut, a house, a person.

But I did not find anything, not yet.

A strange island