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About The Language of the Wind by M.R. Grand
Title: The Language of the Wind
Author: M.R. Grand
Series: The Broken Chimera Duology #1
Genre: New Adult/Young Adult Fantasy Romance
There aren’t enough bodies to harbor the demons of Olenore Allas.
One demon —a nameless and star-skinned creature—is plagued by the search for a perfect body, every day of their wispy life. Guided by nothing but the winds, they know they want nothing more than to be themself: mortal, beautiful, and loved. And who better to grant them that, than Junovere Krauss? A thief, a witch, hungry for a perfect demon to strike a deal with, to create a bond that will grant her the magic she’s longed for all her life. And in exchange, Juno promises her demon everything. A name, a voice, sight, hearing…and, of course, beauty.
The vain creature fights their devouring insecurities as Juno guards her secrets: that she needs this completed demon for her aunt, who has threatened to destroy her reputation before it’s even started. Complete the demon’s body, and their deal is complete, their bond broken. But Juno loses her magic forever. As Juno’s bond with her demon manifests into something more powerful than magic itself, she has to choose: magic, or freedom? Follow the demon and witch as they adventure over the bewitching Olenore Allas, a land that thrives on the law of balance. As they outsmart mortals, demons, and witches alike, they may slowly understand how willing they are to break the laws of balance for one another.
A dark fairytale rich with romance and a diverse cast that dives into the meaning of identity, and the relationship between a body and a soul, THE LANGUAGE OF THE WIND is the first installment of the BROKEN CHIMERA duology.
Excerpt from The Language of the Wind
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M.R. Grand
Juno was holding a sheet to her body. With her garments ruined, it was nothing but bottoms, the bunched sheet, and Wendarck’s intoxication keeping her from being completely bare.
“If you vomit on this bed,” Juno threatened, her ears twitching with ferocity, “I swear on every soul that I will push you directly to the floor and make you scrub it clean. I don’t care how bad your head is throbbing. You will clean it in the morning.”
Wendarck laughed. Juno was certainly not joking.
She sauntered to the edge of the bed, pulling the leathers in her hair free. Prickles of relief spread along her scalp. Wendarck, drunk as they were, was hauntingly focused on her. The sheets were thin, and Juno was certain they could see the shape of her body, every full curve and line in perfect silhouette. With no dress, her dappled skin was in view, dimpled and streaked. Glossy parallel marks hitched up her thighs and stomach, and Juno couldn’t help but glance over her shoulder to find the stolen scars along Wendarck’s abdomen.
“I won’t,” they promised. They bit their lip, moving to make room. Juno hummed and sunk into the bed. Wendarck groaned. “Don’t—don’t move so much. The world is swaying and I’ll be sick again.” Juno rolled her eyes, ignoring them so that she could adjust the sheets properly over her breasts.
“And to think, you could have had a bed all to yourself if only you had been more careful,” Juno retorted. “Now look. You’re with your witch cleaning up you and your — ” she gestured to their chest.
“I think it’s sweet. You look after me.”
“You’ll think differently in the morning.”
“Mm. I don’t do it often enough, then.”
Juno’s voice was a dare. “Do what?”
“Tell you how grateful I am.”
Silence. Juno shifted, and Wendarck sighed.
“Then tell me in the morning.”
Two heartless creatures. A witch, someone never meant to have a heart. And a demon, still searching for theirs. They both fell asleep, the haziness of mortality fading into their dreams.
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About M.R. Grand
M.R. Grand is the author of The Language of the Wind, her first novel (that she actually finished.) She grew up on classic DreamWorks, barbie films, and a lot of comics. With those being her foundation, she wanted nothing more than to make stories and art that took people to places where fairytales felt real. She currently lives somewhere in the mountains as a full-time creator. You can find her on Instagram @emargrand and hopefully other places soon. She’s not very good at the whole website thing yet.
