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About This Book
A short (7,000 words long) surreal story.
Eira, a girl without memories and knowledge who she is, on her journey to the Dayyan River with her saviour Blaidd discovers that things are never what they seem to be, and that love has a high price.
Excerpt:
She knelt down by the wall, just around the corner so she could see the cottage's entrance. With her back against the softness of the leaves, she waited. She looked at her palm where the traces of blood still lingered, but no cut marred the pale skin. She wiped her hand against the coarse fabric of her coat before she pulled from her pocket a palm-sized book. Her fingers played with the embossed wooden covers held together by leather ribbons. The title of the book was written in strange lines and curves, but she knew what they meant, as she could read the small, perfectly aligned words that filled the papyrus inside -- not the letters, just the meaning of the words. The only thing that could tell her who she had been before she woke up in the forest -- one town, three villages and five forests away -- with no memory and no possessions except the dark grey and olive green washed-out clothes and this little book in her pocket.
Eira, a girl without memories and knowledge who she is, on her journey to the Dayyan River with her saviour Blaidd discovers that things are never what they seem to be, and that love has a high price.
Excerpt:
She knelt down by the wall, just around the corner so she could see the cottage's entrance. With her back against the softness of the leaves, she waited. She looked at her palm where the traces of blood still lingered, but no cut marred the pale skin. She wiped her hand against the coarse fabric of her coat before she pulled from her pocket a palm-sized book. Her fingers played with the embossed wooden covers held together by leather ribbons. The title of the book was written in strange lines and curves, but she knew what they meant, as she could read the small, perfectly aligned words that filled the papyrus inside -- not the letters, just the meaning of the words. The only thing that could tell her who she had been before she woke up in the forest -- one town, three villages and five forests away -- with no memory and no possessions except the dark grey and olive green washed-out clothes and this little book in her pocket.