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Marilyn Deallan: Origins
A girl without a voice. A devil with an offer. Five doors that fracture reality. You're invited to step inside-if you dare. Marilyn "Mimi" Deallan isn't chasing redemption. She's chasing silence, numbness, anything that lets her slip the grasp of what haunts her. Living in the shadowed corners of Philadelphia's dive bars and half-remembered myths, she floats through life like a ghost, until she meets Asael.
Not quite man, not quite monster, Asael offers her a game: one pool cue, five doors, and the bargain of a lifetime. What begins as a quiet rebellion becomes a descent into fractured realities where memory twists and grief performs its own dark magic. Mimi's journey isn't linear-it spirals, sways, bruises, and sings. With each door, she uncovers twisted versions of herself, buried desire, unspoken rage, and glimpses of the voice she lost.
Asael doesn't lead. He watches. Tempts. Waits. Set against smoky bar lights, echoing rock notes, and the ghost-riddled pulse of a city stitched together with myth, Origins blends urban grit with poetic intensity. It's a story where trauma isn't just backdrop, it's the architecture. Magic isn't a clean system, it's full of mystery, subterfuge, and pain. And survival isn't triumphant, it's complicated, full of heartbreak, but sometimes, beautiful.
This is not the kind of fantasy that offers neat lessons. This is raw feminine fury, shattered longing, and prose that punches like a poem. It's for the reader who craves complexity, for the wanderer who knows monsters aren't always beasts, and for the creator who believes survival is sacred even when it hurts.?? Themes & Vibe Morally gray characters who ache, bleed, and yearn Musical magic rooted in jazz, dissonance, and pulse Feminine rage that burns clean Fragmented memory, myth reimagined, and nonlinear healing Vivid prose that lingers long after the last page If you've ever wondered whether escape is worth the cost, or whether the cost might be the path to reclamation, Origins is your haunting, lyrical answer.
Not quite man, not quite monster, Asael offers her a game: one pool cue, five doors, and the bargain of a lifetime. What begins as a quiet rebellion becomes a descent into fractured realities where memory twists and grief performs its own dark magic. Mimi's journey isn't linear-it spirals, sways, bruises, and sings. With each door, she uncovers twisted versions of herself, buried desire, unspoken rage, and glimpses of the voice she lost.
Asael doesn't lead. He watches. Tempts. Waits. Set against smoky bar lights, echoing rock notes, and the ghost-riddled pulse of a city stitched together with myth, Origins blends urban grit with poetic intensity. It's a story where trauma isn't just backdrop, it's the architecture. Magic isn't a clean system, it's full of mystery, subterfuge, and pain. And survival isn't triumphant, it's complicated, full of heartbreak, but sometimes, beautiful.
This is not the kind of fantasy that offers neat lessons. This is raw feminine fury, shattered longing, and prose that punches like a poem. It's for the reader who craves complexity, for the wanderer who knows monsters aren't always beasts, and for the creator who believes survival is sacred even when it hurts.?? Themes & Vibe Morally gray characters who ache, bleed, and yearn Musical magic rooted in jazz, dissonance, and pulse Feminine rage that burns clean Fragmented memory, myth reimagined, and nonlinear healing Vivid prose that lingers long after the last page If you've ever wondered whether escape is worth the cost, or whether the cost might be the path to reclamation, Origins is your haunting, lyrical answer.
A girl without a voice. A devil with an offer. Five doors that fracture reality. You're invited to step inside-if you dare. Marilyn "Mimi" Deallan isn't chasing redemption. She's chasing silence, numbness, anything that lets her slip the grasp of what haunts her. Living in the shadowed corners of Philadelphia's dive bars and half-remembered myths, she floats through life like a ghost, until she meets Asael.
Not quite man, not quite monster, Asael offers her a game: one pool cue, five doors, and the bargain of a lifetime. What begins as a quiet rebellion becomes a descent into fractured realities where memory twists and grief performs its own dark magic. Mimi's journey isn't linear-it spirals, sways, bruises, and sings. With each door, she uncovers twisted versions of herself, buried desire, unspoken rage, and glimpses of the voice she lost.
Asael doesn't lead. He watches. Tempts. Waits. Set against smoky bar lights, echoing rock notes, and the ghost-riddled pulse of a city stitched together with myth, Origins blends urban grit with poetic intensity. It's a story where trauma isn't just backdrop, it's the architecture. Magic isn't a clean system, it's full of mystery, subterfuge, and pain. And survival isn't triumphant, it's complicated, full of heartbreak, but sometimes, beautiful.
This is not the kind of fantasy that offers neat lessons. This is raw feminine fury, shattered longing, and prose that punches like a poem. It's for the reader who craves complexity, for the wanderer who knows monsters aren't always beasts, and for the creator who believes survival is sacred even when it hurts.?? Themes & Vibe Morally gray characters who ache, bleed, and yearn Musical magic rooted in jazz, dissonance, and pulse Feminine rage that burns clean Fragmented memory, myth reimagined, and nonlinear healing Vivid prose that lingers long after the last page If you've ever wondered whether escape is worth the cost, or whether the cost might be the path to reclamation, Origins is your haunting, lyrical answer.
Not quite man, not quite monster, Asael offers her a game: one pool cue, five doors, and the bargain of a lifetime. What begins as a quiet rebellion becomes a descent into fractured realities where memory twists and grief performs its own dark magic. Mimi's journey isn't linear-it spirals, sways, bruises, and sings. With each door, she uncovers twisted versions of herself, buried desire, unspoken rage, and glimpses of the voice she lost.
Asael doesn't lead. He watches. Tempts. Waits. Set against smoky bar lights, echoing rock notes, and the ghost-riddled pulse of a city stitched together with myth, Origins blends urban grit with poetic intensity. It's a story where trauma isn't just backdrop, it's the architecture. Magic isn't a clean system, it's full of mystery, subterfuge, and pain. And survival isn't triumphant, it's complicated, full of heartbreak, but sometimes, beautiful.
This is not the kind of fantasy that offers neat lessons. This is raw feminine fury, shattered longing, and prose that punches like a poem. It's for the reader who craves complexity, for the wanderer who knows monsters aren't always beasts, and for the creator who believes survival is sacred even when it hurts.?? Themes & Vibe Morally gray characters who ache, bleed, and yearn Musical magic rooted in jazz, dissonance, and pulse Feminine rage that burns clean Fragmented memory, myth reimagined, and nonlinear healing Vivid prose that lingers long after the last page If you've ever wondered whether escape is worth the cost, or whether the cost might be the path to reclamation, Origins is your haunting, lyrical answer.
