The Heart of Hannen is an epic fantasy/horror/romance that will take you on a fantastic journey. Christine is an unlikely heroine, a reclusive unsociable young woman with a violent temper. It will take a journey into another world to open her eyes to reality.
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Christine is a troubled teen with a dark past. She is miserable in her small town. Shadowed in shame, she is destined to live her lonely life as an outcast. She has no idea that her true destiny lies in a different town, in a different world, a most brutal world called Atriia. There she will learn the true meaning of misery, the true meaning of loneliness, of shame. She will also learn that her bravery is boundless as she battles against a most formidable foe, a dark shadow that will smother the land. She will learn the true meaning of love, as well, this in the arms of a most unlikely candidate.
He is Hannen Fallier, the one they call the foul fraigen dropper, revered by men for his fearless feats, but looked upon by women with open disdain. With a face horribly mauled, he hides behind a mask of shame, deeming himself unworthy of love. That he would seek acceptance from Christine is irony in its purest form. That he would seek her love. . . the ultimate betrayal.
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Behind her, his breaths became deeper. He shifted, and his hand moved, coming to rest lightly on her hip.
Christine resisted the urge to close her own eyes. Sanchez would be there waiting, his face swollen and bloated, his tongue wriggling disgustingly.
She watched the silhouette of an insect on the outside of the tent as it made its slow laborious progress to the apex. It looked a bit like a centipede except its legs were spindly and long, about two inches each. She couldn’t imagine how on earth it managed to maneuver so many long legs without getting tripped up.
Not Earth, Christine, that’s how. No, someplace very different, foreign, down to the smallest life form. How very far away Rubinstown seemed. Mom, Sam, Kimmy, what they all must be thinking. And Kyle. She pictured him as she’d seen him last, his blue eyes darkened by sadness, disappointment written so clearly on his handsome face. She had to wonder if she would ever find her way back to him again, to any of them.
A sweet scent wafted in on the night air. A night blossom, its fragrance new to her nose.
Coming from one of the other shelters, a ragged snoring broke through the deep drone of crickets. Any other time, it might have been irritating, but on this night it was a familiar sound, soothing almost. It lulled her to sleep, a sleep mercifully absent of bloated faces longing for kisses. There was only emptiness, a sweet oblivion, encompassing, consuming, desperately needed.