these are the first 105 words of my second book. this came to me in my sleep last night, and i could not get it out of my mind. this concept is one that i have been toying with for some time now; the narration for these first lines came to me in my dreams. i value your thoughts, opinions, or anything you wish to share.
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My
name is Phoenix Rain.
My name is Phoenix Rain.
My name is…Phoenix…
Every slash of the whip brought the recurring
thought, the continual reminder. It was a mental chant, one that kept up a
steady cadence, matching the pulsing throb of the blood that poured from her shredded
shoulders
It
was the one thing she had left. Her clothing was torn, her body was captive,
her wings were bound. All of her former self had been shredded and turned to
ash.
Save
for her name.
The
name that pounded in her soul, the only tether that still bound her to the sky.
Phoenix Rain.