[IN BOOKSTORES AND KINDLE UNLIMITED NOW!] What if you were matched with the original love god?
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When Lila goes to the Cupids Matchmaking Service it is to tell them to stop spamming her. Instead she finds out that cupids are real, she has been mat...
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An extract from Records of the Finis
Whitechapel, London, 1888
Crystal's account
My search for the Finis led me to Victorian London.
It was said that there was a beast in these parts - part man, part something else entirely. He had stolen the final arrow, and hidden it within his abode.
I arrived in the dead of night. A thick fog was in the air mixed with a heavy silence.
I'd had to dress the part, and my long, blue skirts made a scratching sound as they dragged across the pavement. I was afraid it would be hard to fight dressed in this way, and I clutched at the special sword that hung under my cloak for comfort.
As I navigated the roads, I wondered whether the humans who had built these streets realised they had unknowingly made a labyrinth for him.
I had to marvel at his power then - he had subversively made them do it; he had made them create a vast maze out of the rows of terraced houses, shadowed alleyways and dead ends for him to reside within.
It was a place where it was easy to get lost and impossible to escape.
The beast had always liked a labyrinth.
I progressed onwards. I knew that his home would be at the very centre. That's where he would keep the weapon that would kill anyone who shared the blood of Cupid.
I hid by a wall as two police constables passed by in their tall helmets.
"The Ripper is still at large." I heard one say as their voices muffled into the fog. "Four murders and counting."
I hurried on - clutching the sword even tighter. The humans thought a man had committed the grisly killings - but it was no man.
It was the beast.
The one we knew as the Minotaur.
It was over an hour before I realised I was getting close. The alleys and snicketways grew closer together and before long I reached a tall, wooden fence.
At the foot was a pool of liquid. I bent down and studied it.
Blood.
This had to be it.
I pulled myself over the rotting fence, and landed on a carpet of dead leaves that led to a mansion. It was tall and foreboding - the roof crumbling in parts. I doubted any human had ever set eyes on it before - it was too far hidden within the maze.
I took a deep breath, and made my way towards the large, wooden door. I had just grasped the cold metal knocker when it opened of its own accord.
I stepped inside into an entrance hall, lit up dimly by oil lamps. The air smelt damp and musty. I moved forwards through the doorway ahead.
