Religious Cults

This idea of vindicating his life, rife with strife, moves him. He's endured just about every wrong a human can, to the point of losing his mind. He will no longer hide. He will set aside his fears and fight and make things right. He must right them all and then write about them all to help others do the same.

🔥 When all seems lost, love becomes the ultimate rebellion. Connor and I have given everything to fight Halcyon’s tyranny. We’ve lost allies, shattered the rebellion, and now all we have left is each other. Escaping the island feels like our only chance—but freedom slips further away with every step. And then it happens. A betrayal so brutal, it breaks us both. Now we’re prisoners of a madman who hides his cruelty behind a mask of faith. If we don’t find a way to expose the truth at the heart of Halcyon, everything—and everyone—we fought for will be lost. The lies are ...

🔥 In a world where love is a crime, we’ll risk everything for each other. Giving my heart to the rebellion was easy. Giving it to Connor—the brooding, reckless leader I can’t seem to resist—was the real danger. Our love isn’t just forbidden; it’s a target painted on our backs. With tensions boiling between those clinging to control and the ones ready to tear it all down, every move we make could spark the collapse of everything we’ve built. And then the betrayal hits. When allies turn into enemies and the rebellion falls into chaos, Connor and I are forced to confront the ...

Misery loves company and the Magus is miserable. His demise, compromises all those around him or attached to him. He drags them all down by his own death sentence. It's his alone; yet, but by the sheer weight of his height held in the Order, all below will end beyond mend. His sentence fences in all who stray his way. He makes you sign your soul away. Back in the day, every member of that cult come Order is initiated in almost the same way. Upon completion of the initiation ceremony, the initiate is surprised by the sudden presentation of a black book: crooked like a nook on whoever partook.