VORETH

She drowned on her birthday. No dramatic rescue. No heroic last words. Just a tired girl who opened her arms and let the water finish the job. Death was supposed to be the end. Instead, she woke up in a coffin, wearing a dead noble girl’s face, while a woman who wasn’t her mother screamed in grief and thirty nobles looked at her like the corpse had made a rude comeback. The original owner of this body was poisoned. Quietly. Efficiently. By people still smiling in this very mansion, convinced their problem was solved. Now they have a much bigger one. Her name is Zolani. She has no allies. No power. No status worth respecting. And the worst part? The gods have been dead for four hundred years. The world has been rotting in secret ever since. Nobody is supposed to know. Something ancient knows anyway. It followed her across death itself—ignoring every other soul it could have chosen—just to hitch a ride inside this broken, second-hand body. She’s already died once. She found it disappointing. Now she’s back… and the people who killed this body are about to learn what real inconvenience feels like Notice: This is my first book I intend to finish to the very end. Which is a big goal of mine. I am writing it and editing the grammatic errors on my own. I am done with volume 1. it will be the shortest volume of my book and I am going back to rewrite the chapters removing the errors and making corrections. Once I'm done I will dive into Volume 2. So I ask for your understanding. Have a nice day.