"Where are we going, father?" The nearly teenage boy adjusted his collared shirt in the carriage. Fingers ran under the material, scratching at the irritating cloth. They had been on the road for days now, heading south.
The man beside him ...
The forsaken stood in front of a group of hooded figures. They began to surround him, ghostlight eyes piercing through his still-rotting flesh and muscle. The yellow of their eyes, to him, was similar to that of the sun whose bright luminance he could cle...
From the author: "I always wanted to write the history of a forsaken in their former life. 'What were their ideals and morals before undeath? Were they different, or were they similar? What about their family? How has their personality changed?' These are...
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