NO EYES
She doesn’t remember who she is. He doesn’t know where he belongs. And the Perennial Forest is done waiting.
Pecola is blind. But her world is far from dark. Haunted by glowing spirits called Breaths and chased by flickers of forgotten memories, she enters a forest no one returns from—except her. And she has no idea why.
Antic is trouble with a smirk. He’s not cursed—just clumsy, chaotic, and not nearly as powerful as the warriors in his realm want him to be. When his family is destroyed by a rival clan, all he wants is revenge... until he meets her.
Together, they stumble into a journey neither of them asked for—guided by a porcelain doll with abandonment issues (Dolly), a grim-faced swordsman with secrets (Grin), and the dangerous, sensual magic of a world built on memory, grief, and desire.
QUICK PEAK:
"Don't move," Antic said, voice low.
Pecola froze mid-step. "Why?"
"Because," he whispered, eyes locked on her, "if you take one more step in that dress, I might combust."
She tilted her head, blank as always. "Combust?"
He nodded, nose already bleeding. "Tragically. Violently. With a little sparkle."
A beat.
Her lip twitched. "You're disgusting."
"I'm aware," he said, wiping his face with the back of his hand, "but I'm also charming. And very, very emotionally unstable. So please, keep talking."
A ghost screamed in the distance.
Neither of them looked.