THE SIMBEO

This shit was pretty good until it went all "gods everywhere" bullshit and starting spewing all this random god crap. Drop it all and go back to the Urban Plundering part. We don't need all this extra bullshit to make you feel like a real author. Just give us what we want.

DAAMMMNNN!!! THIS BOOK IS FIREE !!!!!!!To be honest, I have always been Kiiara's big fan. Her writing is unique and rare. It's not always when you can feel the characters' emotions. In her books, the characters feel alive, like humans, and their feelings are real. It's quite easy to visualize the scenes too - it makes it so much better. I love the angst trope...and love the character development. The female lead is SAVAGE... Oh lord, it's not every day when your ML and FL clash against each other. And also Oliver, my boy, he's soo fine <3_<3I love this book. It's such a catch and I can see so much potential in this. Keep writing more, Ki <3 ^_^The world needs more of your writing!! Ps: It doesn't feel like it's been 3 years since you took a break from writing!! Your writing is still as beautiful as ever or much more, I would say.  Welcome back, Ki <3

glad its finally being translated.......

That is still a mystery.

-Prolog

The burial took place and we returned home in the melancholy night. I felt many people watching the house.

The voice dissapeared again but all of humanity waited for the voice to come again thinking that the voice will come again but even after five minute the voice didn't come, but a new voice come.

Nodding to them, he strode past them, through the gate and into the former fort. Inside, the paving stones gave way to older cobblestones, ruts worn into them from countless wagons grinding across the stone while countless feet through the ages had smoothed any edges. Immediately inside to the right was the former garrison headquarters, while the officer's quarters were to the left; both had been mostly unchanged, playing the role of a tradehouse for the headquarters and sleeping quarters for out-of-city traders to the left. And ahead of him, the old barracks that had been remodeled into holding areas for slaves, as well as row after row of cages, roofed to protect the slaves from rain but otherwise bare and doing nothing to mute the occasional scream or shout from their occupants. After all, few slaves remained in the district for more than a week.