The Curse of Ophelia (The Curse of Ophelia, #1)

by Nicole Platania

Though my father’s eyes heated, I did not back down. He may no longer see a future for me as a warrior, but I could see nothing else. “I was not made for skirts, Father. I was made for swords

“I’m right behind you, always.” Wildflowers reflected in his glossy emerald irises, starlight outlined the freckles across his nose, and my heart swelled within my chest. I had never known such happiness as these stolen moments. “And when you aren’t, I will always find you,” I promised.

“I have been wandering aimlessly, a shell of the person I was born to become. There was nothing in my life that could restore me. And when this affliction appeared on my skin…I was afraid, at first. But I was only afraid for Mother and Father. For you. I was never afraid for myself. When I learned that I was the only one Cursed, I wept with relief. Relief because if this takes my life, I won’t have to suffer anymore. I will no longer have to choose between fighting and surrendering.”