by Liliane Wilde
They call her Lyra. Because sometimes the truth is easier to burry than face. Men break promises, trade honor for power, and teach that cruelty is survival. They smile while sharpening knives and call it mercy. To the North are the Fenrathi. Terrible, feared, monstrosities the gods could not tame. Yet they keep their word. They honor life, blood, and truth. Lyra has lived among liars her whole life. She knows what is cruel, what is honest, and who the real monsters are. Sometimes, monsters are better than men.
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