It’s unfair, really. When the mutations hit Haven, everyone else around got respectable wings: the class jerk got feathers of knives; the professor got creepy spider-black ones. But me?
I got sparkly pink fairy-princess fluff whose favorite pastime is flirting. They flirt audaciously, at least with the ice-winged guy who’s decided to become my personal protector in lieu of my best friend, whose wings of scarlet fire accidentally turned our professor into a living orange alien-looking dude. (Well, before the guy she was crushing on killed him.)
Now she’s on the run with him and I’m left making my way in a caged city overrun with other newly winged mutants.
And that’s just the beginning.
Before I find out what my wings really do.
* contains some adult language
I, Ruin – CURRENTLY UNPUBLISHED
They left us writhing on our classroom floor, no breath, no scream, until feathers of vivid hues unfolded from our shoulders and whispered over our skin.
We staggered up, dazed and disoriented, but then our professor’s wings – they swarmed with spiders, and—
I left him dead on the sun-drenched floor.
Now I’m on the run with Lunar Adurian, the smirky guy who always watched me from scarred eyes, and I’m falling too hard.
I need to keep it together, to wage an underground war against the Coalition, but inside I’m coming apart.
My father wants me to abandon my best friend. Lunar challenges my every step and questions my every act. I start making mistakes, and I’m struggling to hold everything in place: to hold my course, my beliefs, to hold myself—
To hold anything at all when my hands are slippery with blood.
* Contains much cussing and some childhood trauma
Check out the first chapter here.