To be an Allseer is to see the world and not fear it.
Shelved
The desperate pursuit of a mythical city of refuge unravels deadly secrets in this YA fantasy novel.
A sting erupts on my left palm, and we both glance down to where a ring of silvery thorns no larger than a coin is branding itself into my skin. East, it compels me. East, east, east.
The mark on my palm is light that cannot be hidden. It tells all who see it that I am undeserving of kindness or hospitality or attention, and to some, that I am a bringer of disaster and death.
It is the mark of an exile.
VISION BOARD
Seven. The number of people I’ve killed.
Seven. The number of hours it took me to do it.
Clara Abigail 