“Something was springing inside of me—spring flowers, the sound of rain, a friend who made me smile. My body, moving through space. An unraveling of every clenched muscle from all the years I’d spent tensing myself into shapes that kept me safe.”
This suspenseful book delves into the psyche of a brilliant individual whose intellect is twisted by malevolence, leading to a chilling narrative of manipulation and danger. more
“Who should be King save him who makes us free?”
“It felt strange to have been given my freedom. It felt like teetering on the edge of a precipice.”
“Naskar is a madness, signpost of love against lies.”
“Ungendered, faceless, it lacks a proper name.”