Truerthantruth: 2 books

Helena wishes she could smash open her world, like a ripe watermelon, or maybe a pomegranate, and watch it bleed into the rich black earth that had raised her, taking with it every rule and expectation that are making her life duller than the Danube snake, and twice as ugly. But the provincial...

Igor throws one glance towards the sea, and her stomach lurches like a thing with wings. A distant memory slithers in across the glasslike surface of the water, a memory of the dead and the long forgotten. Igor wants to run, back to the Fortress, back to Princess, but Boss said that today was her...