The Trio of Thorns
Lucas, followed by his trustworthy friends, trekked through the green world they called Hell. It was worse than Hell. It was an endless waltz on the cusp of complete annihilation. At the front, Aspen Chambers moved with flint-grey eyes scanning for threats. He was the Shield, a man of black hair and jagged scars, wearing a leather jacket that had seen more blood than rain. Behind him, Lucas Bowman held the center. As the Compass, his hazel eyes were fixed on a horizon that grew more overgrown by the hour, his tattered red flannel a lone spark of human color against the emerald. Darting along the flanks was Asher Decker. His blonde hair caught the light, but his mismatched eyes—one sapphire, one auburn—saw the truth of the ruins. He was the Spark, hearing the vines twitch before they struck. They were the Trio of Thorns, a brotherhood forged in the old world. Their circle was a closed fortress of three, never expecting to find a girl who looked far too perfect for a world this broken.
About The Trio of Thorns
Lucas, followed by his trustworthy friends, trekked through the green world they called Hell. It was worse than Hell. It was an endless waltz on the cusp of complete annihilation. At the front, Aspen Chambers moved with flint-grey eyes scanning for threats. He was the Shield, a man of black hair and jagged scars, wearing a leather jacket that h...Read more