Lost Requiem : The Witch's First Movement.

Moran, Isabelle

ISBN 10: 1796075809 / ISBN 13: 9781796075809

Published by Author Solutions Inc, 2020

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Zustand: Hervorragend | Sprache: Englisch | Produktart: Bücher | The smoke choked and stung the cladded armored woman who was on her knees looking on at the results of the battle, they had lost. All she had accomplished gone in an instant by lowly mortals, Ryuushison, she would not forget this. She had conquered the Elves, Dwarves, and even the warmongering Orcs. Humanity wasn't even worth mentioning, they were nothing but cattle. Her coven was gone, destroyed, and all she can do now was stare at the destruction that had been wrought upon her people. Blood, gore, and mud coated her as she searched for anyone that had survived with her sight. They had been arrogant, thinking that they could go against sleeping dragons, but a Demon's grudge held on tightly. Even if she was only half Demon, she held the blood of a Demon King and this humiliation was going to put her out of her father's graces. He had given her so much and she had fallen because of her arrogance. Her jaw clenched as her gloved hands turned into fists. If she was going to go down then she would take them down with her. Be it a hundred or even a thousand years the Witch Mother will drag them down into her humiliation. Her crimson hair blew back as a much needed wind tickled her soot and blood covered face.

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Bibliographic Details

• Title: Lost Requiem : The Witch's First Movement.
• Publisher: Author Solutions Inc
• Publication Date: 2020
• Language: English
• ISBN 10: 1796075809
• ISBN 13: 9781796075809
• Binding: Hardcover
• Condition: Hervorragend
• Seller catalogs:
  • Bücher

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The smoke choked and stung the cladded armored woman who was on her knees looking on at the results of the battle, they had lost. All she had accomplished gone in an instant by lowly mortals, Ryuushison, she would not forget this. She had conquered the Elves, Dwarves, and even the warmongering Orcs. Humanity wasn't even worth mentioning, they were nothing but cattle. Her coven was gone, destroyed, and all she can do now was stare at the destruction that had been wrought upon her people. Blood, gore, and mud coated her as she searched for anyone that had survived with her sight. They had been arrogant, thinking that they could go against sleeping dragons, but a Demon's grudge held on tightly. Even if she was only half Demon, she held the blood of a Demon King and this humiliation was going to put her out of her father's graces. He had given her so much and she had fallen because of her arrogance. Her jaw clenched as her gloved hands turned into fists. If she was going to go down then she would take them down with her. Be it a hundred or even a thousand years the Witch Mother will drag them down into her humiliation. Her crimson hair blew back as a much needed wind tickled her soot and blood covered face.