I'm the author of this book…yes, I do make up worlds in my head to escape the present especially when the present is boring! Back to the book……it's a book about a young woman born on a cold night of 1756. Alone she wailed to the world for a good Samaritan to save her from the freezing hands of her dead mother. Help did come but the damage done was more than skin deep…she knew she didn't belong in the Samaritan's home…she knew something was missing. The stories didn't add up…and she could open up to anyone about it. But nevertheless, she grew in to a beautiful dove with brown doe eyes. A quiet sort with a dark and twisted past. Over the years of her childhood she had stood up for herself. The foster family was nice but it was temporary so she never bothered them with the puzzles of life.
By seven, she had grown nipples.
By nine, she lost her first blood.
By eleven, she understood nakedness.
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