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@storyseekers event 10 : written by a Black author — a song of wraiths and ruin by roseanne a. brown

The past devours those naive enough to forget it. 

It was the feeling of existing in a world that hated him simply for existing, and there was Princess Karina, the symbol of everyone who had made the world that way. The white-hot rage in Malik grew, and without realizing it he had summoned the spirit blade, his knuckles wrapped in a death grip around its hilt as Nadia’s screams echoed in his ears. The illusion of the bush walkers now had Princess Karina backed against the edge of the bridge. One more step, and she’d tumble into the dark depths of the gorge below. The creatures had paused, waiting for a signal from Malik over the invisible tether that connected them. Time slowed to a standstill, like the gods themselves were watching to see what would happen next.

@projectliterature​ event 01: 2020 releases — a song of wraiths of ruin

The girl still knelt over him, and there was something so familiar about her that it made Malik pause. She wore a simple servant’s robe embroidered with the Alahari gryphon, and as she stared at him as if he’d lost his mind—which he wasn't certain he hadn’t—Malik remembered her. Eyes like a lion.