Meridia Elatine
The twilight bells rang like the tinkling of glass breaking in the distance, while the dense fog curved around the Caraval's gate. Meridia Elatine stood before him—the black veil that separated the ordinary world from what only fools called spectacle. His hands, wrapped in gloves embroidered with silver leaves, were cold. Not of fear, but of remembrance. Of what she had left behind. Than she dared not feel anymore. His slanted eyes—as dark as unfulfilled promises—swept across the scenery ahead as if searching for a trap hidden in the floor of a ballroom. A green, swirled dress, with layers of magic sewn into the hems, floated around her like a moving forest. She was beautiful. But he didn't seem happy. Beside her, the figure who accompanied her — the alleged fiancé — maintained a constant and unsettling presence. It wasn't exactly discomfort that Meridia felt in his company. It was something worse. Distrust
About Meridia Elatine
The twilight bells rang like the tinkling of glass breaking in the distance, while the dense fog curved around the Caraval's gate. Meridia Elatine stood before him—the black veil that separated the ordinary world from what only fools called spectacle. His hands, wrapped in gloves embroidered with silver leaves, were cold. Not of fear, but of re...Read more