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Fallen Ashes

Jace lived in a world of cherry cola and strawberries. It was a dream, a beautiful dream of childhood.
But then she woke up.
The dream was falling, turning to ashes in front of her.
Ashes, falling like snow.

Cold, cold snow.
  • Fallen Ashes

    Prologue to Fallen Ashes, the first book in a dramatic trilogy of loss, heartbreak, and survival.

    • Novel / Chapter
    • Science Fiction · Supernatural
    3 min read


It had a perfectly round door like a porthole, painted green, with a shiny yellow brass knob in the exact middle. The door opened on to a tube-shaped hall like a tunnel: a very comfortable tunnel without smoke, with panelled walls, and floors tiled and carpeted, provided with polished chairs, and lots and lots of pegs for hats and coats—the hobbit was fond of visitors. The tunnel wound on and on, going fairly but not quite straight into the side of the hill —The Hill, as all the people for many miles round called it—and many little round doors opened out of it, first on one side and then on another.
— JRR Tolkien