#fallenchandelier

Anya lives in an empire built on shell casings, and everyone is scrambling for a gun – and when the whole world is madly pursuing power, pursuing order, it is pure creativity to pull the trigger and simply watch the aftermath bleed out.

Anastasia stands above and away from the mess, and the crown is almost as heavy as the pistol. (Princesses, after all, do not get their hands dirty.) Her sash is almost as red as the blood.

There is a lot of almost to their story, a lot of what if and hardly any what is.

Still.