Page 1 of Sleeping Redemption (Feathers of Darkness Duet #1)

E verybody has that moment where they lose themselves. You lose yourself in the depths of a new reality to a point where you’re not sure that you want to get back to where it all began.

What has to happen to get back to that point? Nobody knows the precise formula. No certain turn of events has to occur. No particular words have to be spoken. Prayers? Just pretty words to help you sleep at night. The harsh truth sits right outside your window, and you have to make the most of that.

Their screams may pierce the dark silence of night, their blood may stain my hands, and their flesh may rot under my gaze. Hell has become my skewed sense of normalcy; Hell is my home. Hell belongs to him, and we all are just abandoned puppets, collecting dust and lying on an empty stage.