Set in a future post scarcity dystopian world where the supernatural rule and humans drool, a Robin Hood-esque falls for the fugitive witch he’s put in charge of to protect. In this Fort Salem meets The Handmaid’s Tale, war is brewing and secrets are being uncovered. ~ 𝗜’𝗱 𝗴𝗶𝘃𝗲 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗹𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗿𝘂𝗻 – 𝗔𝗰𝘁𝘂𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆, 𝗻𝗼. 𝗜 𝗸𝗻𝗼𝘄 𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱’𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗻. 𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱’𝘃𝗲 𝗿𝗮𝗻 𝗳𝗮𝗿 𝗮𝘄𝗮𝘆. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱. 𝗜’𝗺 𝗻𝗼𝘁 𝗿𝗲𝗮𝗹𝗹𝘆 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝘄𝗵𝘆 𝗜 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗱𝗶𝗱. 𝗜 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘂𝗹𝗱 𝗿𝗲𝗴𝗿𝗲𝘁 𝗶𝘁. 𝗕𝘂𝘁 𝗜 𝗱𝗼𝗻’𝘁. The Glare is where dreams come true. It’s where I’ve always dreamed of going to become a dancer. That’s all I’ve ever wanted; to just dance. And the fact that I’m now not allowed because of things out of my control really pisses me off. You see, I grew up as a human. In a little deprecating town living off rations and shared water. I grew up learning how to survive in a world infested with war. I thought I knew how to survive. I was taught to hate and fear all those above us, because we were bottom of the ladder and that’s just how it was. But above all, I was taught to loathe the worst of them all; the fanged ones. The bloodsuckers. They run the Glare. They are top of the ladder. Still, I had hoped that one day I’d get to go to the big city and make my dreams come true. But when secrets and lies I’ve been fed all my life came to the surface, I watched as everything I knew and understood came crumbling down around me. And dreams were smashed to pieces. All I want to do is dance. But instead, my brother and some bloodsuckers swooped in and took me on the run – to protect me. That’s what they said. That’s what he promised. F*cking Kingston. Messing with my head and heart. He dared to defy his own kind when making promises to keep me safe.