The First Binding (Tales of Tremaine #1)

by R.R. Virdi

I’d grown a few days’ worth of coal beard over my face. My hair was dark as night and just as wild. The long locks fell to just below my chin, caught between being waves and curls. My eyes were a shade darker than the counter. A color somewhere between bright amber and cedar.

Some people simply do not wish to hear and see anything beyond the simple stories spun up for their ease of answers.

What people truly want is the safety of familiarity. They want the knowing that the shape of the world around them hasn’t changed beyond what it has been.

That was enough of a sign for me to drop to the

I’d went after the man’s heart, and there are few things we ought never to do in life. And one of those is going for the pain buried in a person’s heart.