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    Arcane Advent Diaries: The Bloodstained Rose
    Arcane Advent Diaries: The Bloodstained Rose
    Arcane Advent Diaries: The Bloodstained Rose
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    Arcane Advent Diaries: The Bloodstained Rose

    By R Kain

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    The night air felt cold under the moon that glared at me with a radiance that I did not deserve. The chill that crept over my body was nothing compared to the frost in my heart. Standing in the center of the disaster, all around me were corpses of friend and foes that I slew for a mere night’s sleep. It was then that I knew what I was...

    The Bloodstained Rose, alone in a cage of thorns that would neither free me nor allow me to be freed. Unable to escape, I prayed for a hero to end my nightmare and cut me out of this cage of thorns...

    This [13,200+word] novelella is a stand-alone side story to the Arcane Advent series and takes you through the tragic story of Tanmay, a mage who was blessed with control over plants and turned into a weapon as a child during a civil war between the magical factions of India.

    LanguageEnglish
    PublisherR Kain
    Release dateNov 5, 2012
    ISBN9781301690787
    Arcane Advent Diaries: The Bloodstained Rose
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    R Kain

    Author:R.Kain is an author of various short stories and novellas centered on Urban Fantasy in contemporary settings. These tales tend to be dark, where good may or may not triumph over evil, but the price will be high, and sometimes the line between them is non-existent. Heroes may be just as dirty as the villains, but in the end, the only one they must answer to is themselves.Hobbies:* Reading* Writing* Playing Videos GamesFavorite Genre Book: FictionFavorite Genre Game: RPG

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      Arcane Advent Diaries - R Kain

      The Bloodstained Rose

      (Arcane Advent Diaries, #2)

      By: R. Kain

      Published by R. Kain at Smashwords

      Copyright © 2014 R. Kain Fantasy

      All rights reserved. This book or any portion thereof may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher except for the use of brief quotations in a book review.

      The characters and events portrayed in the book are fictitious. Any similarity to real persons—living or dead—is purely coincidental and not intended by the author.

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      Thank you for respecting the hard work of this author.

      About the Author

      R. Kain has served as an author of various action-adventure fantasy series since his debut in the late 2000s. His primary work includes dark contemporary, urban fantasy stories, low fantasy stories, and paranormal stories that are written for young adults and older.

      Origins

      I was but a little girl back then, lost in the woodlands of my native land of India.

      My parents had taken my brothers and me to a shrine for the goddess Aranyani that sat at the end of a pathway through the forest. There were no longer as many shrines devoted to the goddess of the forest as there once had been, nor as many worshippers, but my parents were devout enough that they ventured to the small shrine once every year with us in tow.

      When I became old enough to take in the world around me I recalled being held in my mother’s arms as we made our way along the path. She would hold me tight, my brothers around my father while he used a walking stick to clear the path of any fallen branches. Once I was able to walk myself, I found pleasure in walking along the cool and moss-laden earth, leaves and twigs beneath my bare feet as I explored the domain of the green.

      The beauty of nature was so mesmerizing, vivid and lively, that I got lost in it. Vines hung loosely from the canopy above, twisting around the trunks of the trees. Their branches were pulsing with life, small birds fluttering about above and beneath the leaves where a smattering of flowers could be seen. The sound of the fleeing lizards and small animals scurrying about the forest floor came from all around as they chased and hid from other another. By the time I truly realized that I had been gone too long without hearing my family, I had ventured out too far and couldn’t find the path back….

      Tink. Tink. Tink…

      …the sound of small bells reached my ears before I could panic. They stood out from the regular cacophony of the forest. It was a small and fleeting sound, but I could hear it so clearly. It was almost as if it was calling for me to come towards it.

      I followed their gentle ringing for as far as my tiny feet could carry me, their constant tinkling soothing to my ears and keeping the fear at bay. The journey carried me over thick and arching roots, some so big that I could crawl under them to keep going. There was a small stream I had to get past too, lifting the hem of

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