Love knows no world but its own…
Ash from a tree drifts down from the sky, fragile and weightless. Yet with enough wind, even ash can rise again—lifted, carried, allowed to touch the clouds. You were my wind, the breath that let me soar when I should have fallen. I was the ash, burned and broken by the fire of my mistakes and misdeeds.
Though we clashed, though shadows stood between us, you chose to love me still. In the end, that choice became my salvation. I will never forget you… my love.
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The Fallen Book One: Az
FantasyA young woman nun-in-training named Gracelyn 'Grace' Black lives in a world where angels revealed themselves to humans nearly fifty years ago. Grace gets caught up with a demon guy named Az who wishes to return to Hell.
