Farrah Naseem
Farrah Naseem was born in Pakistan, raised in Hong Kong & lives on books. She's a stay-at-home mother of two and an ardent J.K. Rowling fan, who will read anything within reach (cereal boxes, instruction manuals, any notice on the notice board...). Sacred is her first book and she's currently "trying" to complete the second book in the series (Exalted) - at the same time, ensuring her kids don't kill each other while she's engrossed in her writing.
She'd love to have a cat, a dog, a parrot - basically any pet as a lot of renowned writers have & love to brag about in their Bios, but her husband already sneezes enough to cause an avalanche or a tsunami, so she's sadly pet-deprived.
“I felt somewhat like a fire hydrant – with everyone marking their territory around me.”
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“I guess I haven’t mentioned it before but I was, I am and I think I might always remain in love with you,” he said with such passion that I froze in surprise. He went on. “And just so you know, I am prepared to fight for you, regardless of whether or not you share my sentiments.”
Farrah Naseem
“I have fallen in love with you Sasha Ava Stryker. I am afraid it is eternal and binding. I wanted to stake my claim on you tonight. To make you mine – for now and infinity to come.”
Farrah Naseem
“And he howled in agony, in a pain that would never cease as long as he lived. His tortured voice echoed in those mountains for a long long time...”
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“She looked from the hilt protruding between her breasts into the eyes of the boy she loved. The golden light in them enfolded her and her heart stopped beating, leaving the ghost of her smile on her mouth. Her vacant eyes mirrored something infinitely close to peace.”
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“Signý knew she would die a thousand deaths upon seeing another woman with him, bearing his children, raising them with him. All the while, Signý, caged in his dungeons, hearing all the painful details of his life with someone else, drowning in her own despair, her love for him turning to hatred. A more tragic life, she could not imagine.”
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“But that did not stop her heart from shattering into countless pieces or her soul from shredding into slivers.”
Farrah Naseem
“Self-defense was an accepted motive for murder.”
Farrah Naseem
“Her heart was leading her where it belonged. To him.”
Farrah Naseem
“The lines of fate on my hand, once so bright, faded into echo.The memory of his face in my dreams, once so luminous passed into shadow.”
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