The storm over Derry didn’t rage; it purred. A low, wet growl of thunder that seemed to sync with the rhythm of the town’s hidden fears. It was in this electric hush that Elara found herself walking home, the kiss of rain on her skin a cold contrast to the memory of her date’s c...
Read MoreThe rain in Forks was a constant, a drumming rhythm against the roof of Bella’s small house. It was a sound that had once felt claustrophobic, but now, it was merely the backdrop to the symphony of her new existence. Since becoming a vampire, the world had sharpened into hyper-reality. Ever...
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