The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"
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Run your fingers along the frayed edges of history—here lie suppressed sonnets, banished ballads, love letters sealed by time. Feel the weight of prose too exquisite to survive. These words outlived their authors. Unfold them.
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Queen of the Hollow Crown. Content Warning.
Read the first story here: The Thief of Shadows I: The First Rebellion The dead moved differently now. Lirael saw it in the way the shades paused mid-wail when she passed, their hollow eyes tracking her with something sharper than fear. The obsidian floors, once cold enough to burn bare flesh, now warmed beneath her footsteps like stones left in afternoon sun. Even the air had changed—thick with the scent of overripe figs and the metallic tang of freshly unearthed grave soil.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Fiction
The Thief of Shadows. Content Warning.
I: The Heist in Hell The air in the Underworld didn’t move like air should. It clung, thick as funeral shrouds, pressing against Lirael’s skin with the weight of centuries of held breaths. The path before her twisted like a gutted serpent, paved not with stone but with the petrified bones of oath-breakers, their hollow eye sockets weeping black ichor that sizzled where it touched her boots.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Fiction
The Hollow and the Hungry Ghost. Content Warning.
I. The Wrong Door Opened Mirelle's fingers trembled as she lit the thirteenth candle. The church basement reeked of mildew and old incense, the perfect place to cheat death. She'd come to speak to her sister—just once, just long enough to say the words she'd left unsaid the day the fever took her.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Fiction
The Bone Collector’s Daughter – II: Whispers from the Crypt. Content Warning.
Part 1: The Bone Collector’s Daughter – I: The Inheritance of Shadows III: Whispers from the Crypt The days bled together after the prince’s offer. Vera wandered Blackthorn Hall like a ghost herself, her fingers trailing over the relics of her father’s obsession. The skulls seemed to watch her now, their hollow gazes heavy with secrets.
By The Lost Books - "Libri Perditi"8 months ago in Fiction
