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BRANDTONGUE

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NOVEL TITLE: BRANDTONGUE --- In a world where betrayal is a physical taste, one man must devour the sins of others to remember his own. The skies are bruised. The sun is a blind, white eye. In the wound-scarred realm of Midland, people don’t dream—they have Echoes, fragments of others' trauma that replay in their sleep. Here, sin doesn’t just mark the soul—it warps the flesh. Those who commit acts of profound, intimate betrayal risk becoming Apostles: monsters shaped by their own treachery, doomed to reenact their crimes for eternity. Cassian is a hollow man. His tongue is a ruined lump of scar tissue, branded during the Feast of Coherence—an event where his closest comrades weren't just killed, but unwritten. Their trust, their memories, their love were harvested as cosmic art by the Godhand, beings of pure emotion who feed on humanity’s capacity for treachery. Now, Cassian is cursed. His branded tongue leaks memory and attracts horrors. But it also lets him taste the stories of other betrayers. To survive, he hunts Apostles, consuming their tainted memories as fuel for his own broken body. He is not a hero. He is an addict, feeding on the very poison that ruined him. Gareth, the luminous, cruel architect of the Feast, watches from the shadows. To him, Cassian is not a victim—he is a masterpiece in progress, a walking tragedy whose suffering only deepens the beauty of his grand design. Accompanied only by a Glimmer—a shard of stolen hope that weeps like a dying star—Cassian journeys across a dying land. He will walk through fortresses of psychic stillness, galleries of frozen suffering, and into the heart of the world’s oldest wound. Not for revenge. Not for redemption. But to find the reason he sold out everyone he ever loved—and to decide whether the truth is worth swallowing, or if some lies are better left to rot. --- BRANDTONGUE is a dark fantasy epic for readers who found Berserk poetic but wanted the horror more intimate, the pain more psychological, and the tragedy more irredeemable. It’s a story about the addiction to suffering, the architecture of betrayal, and the brutal truth that sometimes, remembering is worse than dying. For fans of: · The visceral, psychological horror of Clayton Snyder’s River of Thieves or Michael Fletcher’s Beyond Redemption · The tragic, character-driven ruin of Anna Smith Spark’s Empires of Dust · The cosmic, intimate dread of Gareth Hanrahan’s The Gutter Prayer · The unflinching grimness of R. Scott Bakker’s The Second Apocalypse Content Warning: Graphic body horror, psychological trauma, existential dread, intense violence, and explorations of betrayal, addiction, and moral decay. This is not a story about hope. It is a story about what happens when hope becomes the sharpest weapon.
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[If you are looking for a slow romance, you can give it a check if not, you'll be disappointed] Aera, a young 28-year-old was about to make her dream debut by opening her own floral shop that could be shipped in and around. Nevertheless, things didn't go as she planned. One would say that transmigrating to a book sound like a fantasy, however to Aera, it became a nightmare when she woke up in an unknown world even when she hasn't died yet. With an unexpected turnout, her life was hanging by a thin thread. Aera was presented with an option-either she goes back to her world with her memory erased or enter the other world, and comes back with the memory intact to have her revenge. Never did she expect of choosing the worst villain of all. A character in a book where she killed the Empress and her unborn child. Worst, the male lead was reborn time after time with his memory intact. His grudge still hung on torturing the villainess. Even more worst, the ML was a split image of her long-time crush. ----- "Do you hate me that much?" As soon as the question was raised, a table lamp flew past through the said person, smashing against the wall behind him. "More than enough to kill you right now." The female figure responded with nothing but hatred and disgust in her tone. Her jewel eyes that glow under the dark never left her gaze on the other male person who was sitting on her opposite. ----- The male lead wasn't the only one Aera had to put a guard on but even other characters when one after the other began to make an appearance. The more the flow gets out of the plot the more twisted it gets. Her only goal was to survive so she could go back home.  P.S:- English is not my first language and I am weak in grammar. I'll be happy to receive either a critics or feedback or comments...^-^ Please do give it a read till chapter 3 or above to get the clear picture.
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