The story of one absolute heartbreaker and her four official men.
(Everyone else is just a bit of scenery, just saying.)
I always thought immortals were beyond reach.
Until the demons wiped out my village overnight.
I survived by hiding among mountains of corpses and seas of blood.
Only then did I suddenly realize.
Immortals were never beyond reach.
They sat serenely above the clouds, watching the mortal world descend into hell again and again, never once lowering their gaze.
The road to immortality is severed, and divine grace has long since faded.
Those who crawl out from mountains of corpses and seas of blood can become that mountain, that sea themselves.
And the first thing I mean to bury
is the devils still lurking outside the cave.
These filthy, chaotic, passionate yet passionless affairs of the past.
Now, let me tell you all about them.
P.S. It’s a sweet little romance (whispers).
I love this book I wrote. Although it is slow, it is, well, one of my n-number of XPs. Write when you have free time.