A Cage of Crimson (DELICIOUSLY DARK FAIRYTALES #5) by K.F. Breene EPUB & PDF – eBook Details Online
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- Authors: K.F. Breene
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Aurelia
“Once upon a time, in a land far away . . .”
Fairy tales. What bullshit.
I’d heard it all in my youth. Handsome princes and thrones made
of gold. Dresses and balls and animals that talked.
Sure, why not.
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And yeah, maybe I’d believed it as a kid. I’d sit with my mom, reading
until the small hours of the morning even though I should’ve been in bed
hours before, lulled by her soft tone, held tightly in her arms. I’d dream of
one day flying like the dragons. Of leading a hunt with the wolves. She’d
said I could be anything, live anywhere. It wouldn’t matter where I started
because my prince would find me. He’d save me. He and I would
eventually lead the kingdom wearing gemmed crowns and creating a safe
space for everyone to co-exist, even those who couldn’t quite feel the magic
they were supposed to be blessed with.
Turned out, there were no princes for the magically inept. No friends,
either. Most of the time, especially in my youth, there was not even
kindness. We were the outcasts. The unwanted. If I wanted to be saved, I’d
have to do it myself. There was a freedom in that which I valued, an
empowerment to claim my future. Though I will admit . . . it would’ve been
nice for a prince to sweep me off my feet.
I inhaled the slightly stale air of the work shed where I spent the
majority of my time. Two windows let in the light and a few desks acted as
work stations, positioned around the single room space. My fingers moved
quickly from years of experience, twisting a particular vine around the
Nimfire leaf. After this batch was done, I’d take to my rigged-up
contraptions to add pressure and heat, turning the contents into a powerful
hallucinogen.
A drug, in other words. The fun kind. The kind that was against the law
and would get us all brought in by the royal guards and put to death if
anyone should find out we created it.
My life was anything but a fairy tale.
I yanked the vine into a knot. A thorn sliced my calloused finger and
little spots of crimson welled up along the cut. The sting of it barely
registered.
Another knot, and I dropped that piece into a basin of warm water
before picking up another vine.
“You about done?” Razorfang asked. His name was one he’d chosen for
himself after taking too much of the particular product I was making. A
scratch ran down his cheek and frown lines etched into his ruddy face. The
grizzled older man had a slight hunch from many years of tending the
village gardens, a necessary element to our operations.
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