I was the last one my age to set myself on fire. My parents said I was just a late bloomer, but in a community of Morphs, blossoming late is the same as being one of them. The ungifted that once were above us and the Fractions that once lived among us. Now having the blood of either in your veins is enough to make you pariah. To be pure blooded is to be powerful and those without our gifts are nothing but a waste of space.
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Ember still has the scars from her childhood. Her body bears burns that shouldn't have existed in the first place. Believing herself cursed she hides herself from a community that exalts perfection and shuns the flawed. But no one can hide their scars forever and when she is forced out of hiding by a birthday she has feared ever since her 'accident', disguising her curse is about to get a lot harder.
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Teen FictionI was the last one my age to set myself on fire. My parents said I was just a late bloomer, but in a community of Morphs, blossoming late is the same as being one of them. The Ungifted that once were above us and the Fractions that once lived among...
