Once Upon a Blood Rose Thorn

De: Darlene Zagata

Narrado por: Virtual Voice

The roses of Aethelgard had always whispered, though few possessed the gift to hear them.

In the perpetual twilight that bathed the kingdom, where neither true day nor night held dominion, the great Aethelheart pulsed at the center of the capital like a crystalline heart made of living rose. Its translucent petals, each the size of a palace window, caught and refracted the magical light that sustained all life within the realm's borders. The thorns that crowned its massive stem were said to be sharper than any blade, more precious than any jewel, and more dangerous than any weapon ever forged.

It was among these very roses, in the shadow of the great Aethelheart, that death would come calling with a whisper sharp as thorns.

But first, there was the matter of a young woman who spoke to flowers, and the black rose petal she kept pressed between the pages of her heart.