Description:Aleta and Rigara are memori, a race with the power to control memories. They live in their underground city, leading very different lives until their paths cross one day in the crowded market of Cereba. Their story is of love and loss, but not everything is quite as remembered...The first story in the Cereba Tales, explores love and obsession in a culture of memory magic.***This memory will be my last. Already, I can feel it slipping unfinished from me, burning as the light grows hot on my skin. The sun takes no pity on the pale creature chased into its grasp, but I’m so desperate to escape that I will bear its scolding.Used to the dark as I am, I have never known the taste of day, nor the yellow sheen of sunlight covering everything it touches. Nothing is as I imagined it would be. The familiar chatter of birds fills my ears, but it’s too loud. Their cries are piercing and not like the muffled chirping I have known living in the tunnels below. Light ebbs through the leafy canopy above, streaming between leaves so fine that I can see every vein, while green blades stab my feet as I crush them underfoot. They release a foreign scent that assaults my nose, mingling with others from the forest about me, reminding me I’m not in Cereba anymore.We memori aren’t like most. We hide in our tunnels and shun the light, wary of the damage it will reap on our minds and the recollections we hoard within.Though birds and beasts don’t fear the sun as we do, they also don’t create and store memories with our skill. For the most part, I would call the darkness we live in a fair price to pay, but not anymore. Not when my gift makes me remember every cruel detail of what I would rather forget. The curve of her smile. The gleam of her hair. But I will forget them all soon since my memories leak away with every heartbeat. They are my sacrifice to the light because there is nothing else for it. She is already lost to me, and I can’t go on loving her now.Goodbye, Rigara. I’m sorry we could never be.***Get your free copy of the full short story by going to the author's website (link in her profile).We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with When Memories End (Cereban Tales, #1). To get started finding When Memories End (Cereban Tales, #1), you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.
Description: Aleta and Rigara are memori, a race with the power to control memories. They live in their underground city, leading very different lives until their paths cross one day in the crowded market of Cereba. Their story is of love and loss, but not everything is quite as remembered...The first story in the Cereba Tales, explores love and obsession in a culture of memory magic.***This memory will be my last. Already, I can feel it slipping unfinished from me, burning as the light grows hot on my skin. The sun takes no pity on the pale creature chased into its grasp, but I’m so desperate to escape that I will bear its scolding.Used to the dark as I am, I have never known the taste of day, nor the yellow sheen of sunlight covering everything it touches. Nothing is as I imagined it would be. The familiar chatter of birds fills my ears, but it’s too loud. Their cries are piercing and not like the muffled chirping I have known living in the tunnels below. Light ebbs through the leafy canopy above, streaming between leaves so fine that I can see every vein, while green blades stab my feet as I crush them underfoot. They release a foreign scent that assaults my nose, mingling with others from the forest about me, reminding me I’m not in Cereba anymore.We memori aren’t like most. We hide in our tunnels and shun the light, wary of the damage it will reap on our minds and the recollections we hoard within.Though birds and beasts don’t fear the sun as we do, they also don’t create and store memories with our skill. For the most part, I would call the darkness we live in a fair price to pay, but not anymore. Not when my gift makes me remember every cruel detail of what I would rather forget. The curve of her smile. The gleam of her hair. But I will forget them all soon since my memories leak away with every heartbeat. They are my sacrifice to the light because there is nothing else for it. She is already lost to me, and I can’t go on loving her now.Goodbye, Rigara. I’m sorry we could never be.***Get your free copy of the full short story by going to the author's website (link in her profile).We have made it easy for you to find a PDF Ebooks without any digging. And by having access to our ebooks online or by storing it on your computer, you have convenient answers with When Memories End (Cereban Tales, #1). To get started finding When Memories End (Cereban Tales, #1), you are right to find our website which has a comprehensive collection of manuals listed. Our library is the biggest of these that have literally hundreds of thousands of different products represented.