Written In Flesh (Shattered Magic #1)

Prologue

SLEEP IS PEACEFUL. It’s weightless. A blanket of comfort that holds you tight.

Your heart rate drops, and your body relaxes.

It’s dark, and it beckons me. I’m drawn to sleep.

I want to ignore the heart-wrenching pain; I don’t want to feel it crushing my soul or the stabbing pain of betrayal.

My body can’t take the agony. I was barely surviving.

Every day was a fight that no one could see.

I was alone, holding onto hope and a promise.

Now that dream is shattered, that hope, the deep, soulful love, has splintered and slipped away.

My mind fights to hold onto an image, to something that’s meaningful.

There’s a flash of gray, so dark it’s metallic.

Pain pierces my heart and shreds it. Even in the comfort of sleep, my soul feels like it’s being torn from my body, and I’m frantic to stop.

I can’t fight anymore. I can’t move. My lungs burn.

I need to hold on, but sleep is beckoning me, calling to me.

Peaceful.

Weightless.

Painless.

Dark…

Wait…I think I already said that.