“There are things in our past so painful that our minds protect us. Memories that are better left buried in the dark recesses of our subconscious. But sometimes our curiosity, our natural need to know, becomes stronger than self-preservation. Then we start digging. We begin to push through barriers that were never meant to be breached. We start breaking down the walls around those memories, not realizing the nature of demons we are releasing. By the time we do, it’s far too late.” ~Nissa
“You shouldn’t be here, Nissa of the high fae.” Anuva, the djinn, stood rigid, his long, forest-green robes reaching the floor. The robe’s cowl only revealed the djinn’s severe face. He looked no older than a human male in his twenties, but his silver eyes spoke of a being so old he’d seen scores of civil
