To Redemption (Whitsborough Chronicles Book 4)
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Wrapped around my very soul, the tendrils of hate burning incessantly as they burrow deeper.
The darkness has claimed me for its own… and I refuse to disappoint it.
The blood of my father has coated my hands along with a few others, but I won’t stop now. This is only the beginning and I have a list of wrongs that I need to make right.
I will so anything to protect the ones I love… even if it means more blood on my hands.
Finding the Light
Unloved from birth.
Born into chaos and raised by hatred... my heart beats only to survive.
The thin line between life and death swings precariously back and forth,
And I close my eyes as I take the next step.
Long lost feelings of belonging and love threaten to resurface... until I'm reminded of the monster that lurks just under the surface.
The suffering beast lies in wait... for the perfect moment to claim what was always his.
To Redemption
If I ever find my way to redemption,
I can only hope the path there was worth it.
I want to believe it'll be worth my weary body and tortured mind.
A place filled with peace and forgiveness.
But if it's not...
I hope I find my way right back to where I am,
Because I may be weary, my mind tortured, and my soul black...
But my heart is full and I am surrounded by those who love me.
This life may be hell,
But you can be damn sure it's a hell of my own making.