In a future where love is forbidden, two women hold the power to make the world feel again.
Elira was born in a kingdom of magic, a world shaped by beauty, memory, and light. But when a surge of fate hurls her two thousand years into a future ruled by silence and control, she becomes a relic — a threat. Emotion is outlawed. Touch is dangerous. And love? Extinct.
Hunted by a soulless regime and haunted by echoes of her past, Elira finds an unlikely ally in Kael, an enforcer trained never to feel. As her presence begins to stir something long-buried in him — and in the world — Elira discovers she is not alone.
Across the scarred land, Alira lives in the shadows, carrying a pendant that hums with memory and burns with a pain she doesn’t understand. When their paths collide, so does history itself.
Together, they are the last spark. The last truth. The last touch.
A lyrical dystopian fantasy about memory, magic, and forbidden connection — perfect for fans of The Hunger Games, This Is How You Lose the Time War, and The Midnight Library.
Book One of a potential duology or series.
The book is ranked 4.2 on Amazon and 4.8 on Goodreads
Prologue – The Last Spring of Velmora
Year 1025 A.D.
Before love was outlawed… before silence swallowed the skies… there was Velmora, a realm where emotions danced freely on the breeze.
Nestled between majestic jade mountains and mist-kissed rivers, Velmora transcended mere existence; it was a song — a melody humming with life and vibrancy. Flowers unfurled in hues of spirited colors, blooming to a harmonious tune. Lanterns, guided by invisible threads of feeling, floated gently in the twilight. Every stone, every whisper of wind, every exchanged glance held a spark of magic — for here, the essence of feeling was revered as sacred.
In the very heart of this radiant kingdom stood the Palace of Aelindor, a breathtaking marvel of crystal archways and cascading gardens. Its towers, expertly carved from shimmering moonstone, intertwined with lively vines that glowed softly under the watchful eyes of stars at night. Songbirds found their nests amidst the open halls, filling the air with melodious trills, while water flowed gracefully through polished marble channels, echoing as if it were music itself. The fragrant scent of lilac and honey enveloped the palace, a constant reminder of nature's bounty and beauty.
