Enjoying this book? Help it get discovered by casting your vote!

Must read 🏆

A descriptive high fantasy action-adventure with well-written relationships and high stakes.

Synopsis

Logline: Bound by a bloodline oath to defend the princess of Beldemar, a distracted teenage guardian scrambles to uncover the spirit weapon she needs to defeat the monsters slipping from the Shadows.

Synopsis:

A DUTY SHE CAN’T ESCAPE.
FEELINGS SHE CAN’T DENY.
THE FATE OF AN EMPIRE LIES IN THE BALANCE.

The seal is breaking. Vengeful creatures known as the akbarrin emerge from the Shadows to punish humanity by order of an ancient, unhinged enemy.

Bound by a bloodline oath to protect the princess of Beldemar, Aryam Sinanan has spent her life training for this moment.

Except…she never truly saw it coming.

The empire of Beldemar has been safe from the akbarrin for centuries. Why should Aryam sacrifice her youth and happiness for such an unlikely calling? Why should she live and die in service and solitude like the generations of guardians before her?

Surely, it wouldn’t matter if she missed a few workouts here and there.

When the akbarrin assassinate the king, when the threat of war crashes into her life, Aryam leaves everything she loves behind and joins her sister guardians to fight with their spirit weapons.

The problem is Aryam doesn’t have one.

A Chord of Silver Moons is a fantasy novel about Aryam Sinanan, a girl bound from birth to serve as the guardian of a princess she's never met. The book shares her story as she is uprooted from what little semblance of a 'normal' life she managed to have between her training with her monitor, Ranee. After King Felix is killed, she is forced to fulfill her destiny as one of Princess Marley's guardians, where failure would cost her life. However, Aryam lacks an oju, the magic guardians use to defeat akbarrin, previously imprisoned monsters that once terrorized the kingdoms. Without an oju, she is unsure of her worth and abilities as a guardian, especially after an encounter on the way to the palace that resulted in her monitor and mentor, Ranee, being taken away by a river demigoddess. This forced Aryam to continue without her, worried about Ranee's unknown fate and wondering what drove the once peaceful entity to violence. This event marked only the beginning of the mysteries Aryam would uncover and the creatures she would have to face.


The book features interesting worldbuilding with its settings, lore, and creatures, elegantly scattering information about the four kingdoms, the dragon king and akbarrin, the deities, and the history behind everything throughout the story. There were plentiful hints of intrigue and implications of deeper goings-on for Aryam and her three chorus sisters, the other three guardians who make up her team, to figure out. The writing is very descriptive and detailed in the way it sets up the beauty or eerieness of the story's locations. It also contains exciting action scenes, especially with the guardians' creative spiritual weapons. The scenes do well to convey a sense of danger, with a very real threat of death in more tense moments. Tylisha Washington crafts a vibrant world that's equal parts wondrous and dangerous. The relationships are also well-written, with dialogue and interactions that do well to establish characters and build emotional impact.


I recommend this book to anyone interested in high fantasy adventures, exciting action, deep intrigue, and even deeper emotional connections.

Reviewed by

I read efficiently and can provide honest thoughts on the stories and the books' emotional impact on me. My forte is stories about diverse characters with complex relationships. I am passionate about writing and have a grasp of solid narrative and character development.

Synopsis

Logline: Bound by a bloodline oath to defend the princess of Beldemar, a distracted teenage guardian scrambles to uncover the spirit weapon she needs to defeat the monsters slipping from the Shadows.

Synopsis:

A DUTY SHE CAN’T ESCAPE.
FEELINGS SHE CAN’T DENY.
THE FATE OF AN EMPIRE LIES IN THE BALANCE.

The seal is breaking. Vengeful creatures known as the akbarrin emerge from the Shadows to punish humanity by order of an ancient, unhinged enemy.

Bound by a bloodline oath to protect the princess of Beldemar, Aryam Sinanan has spent her life training for this moment.

Except…she never truly saw it coming.

The empire of Beldemar has been safe from the akbarrin for centuries. Why should Aryam sacrifice her youth and happiness for such an unlikely calling? Why should she live and die in service and solitude like the generations of guardians before her?

Surely, it wouldn’t matter if she missed a few workouts here and there.

When the akbarrin assassinate the king, when the threat of war crashes into her life, Aryam leaves everything she loves behind and joins her sister guardians to fight with their spirit weapons.

The problem is Aryam doesn’t have one.

One kiss won’t kill me.

Ranee claims that other guardians have fallen prey to the Omission for less, wiped out by the oath humming in their blood in the same beat that they dissonate from their Pulse. Moons forbid I pine after a handsome boy with even a fleeting thought. Ranee says the oath prohibits even the slightest infraction, that it will snuff out a guardian in the space of a sixteenth note. One measure, a guardian’s heart sings a fervent ballad of devotion. The next, it rests.

But Ranee is my monitor. It’s her sacred duty to say bloodcurdling things like that. Things to scare me straight and keep me from having too much fun.

Eyes closed, we sit on woven mats beside the sea, the morning sun hot on our heads. A stray bead of sweat breaks from my frizzy hairline straight down the ridge of my nose, dangling on the tip. I am not supposed to wipe it away. Instead, I should acknowledge the way it tickles and release it from my awareness. Acknowledge and release the tiny pebble poking through my mat, too, and the faint thirst tickling my throat.

Easier said than done.

I wriggle my nose, and when that fails to dislodge the droplet, I crack one eye open and peek at Ranee.

My monitor sits serenely on her mat, unbothered by the giant ant scurrying across her calf or the warm breeze toying with a strand of her dark, wavy hair. I wipe the droplet away with a quick swipe and drop my hand back onto my knee, palm skyward, closing my eyes and counting out three breaths before I’m caught.

“Ahem,” Ranee chastises. I don’t have to open my eyes to know she’s raising her brow in disapproval.

“Sorry,” I blurt out, straightening my back. I get my breaths back in rhythm and try to quiet my thoughts, letting the sea’s gentle roar wash over my senses.

We’ve been doing this first thing every morning since before I can remember. Wake up before the break of day. Greet the sun at the water’s edge. Sit. Eyes closed. Palms up. Breathe and search.

Even on a day like today, when there’s so much to do to prepare for tonight, we search, ignoring the fruitlessness of sixteen score. Ranee still has hope that I’ll discover my oju, I guess, even if I am four score past the average age most guardians find theirs.

“Steady your breath,” my monitor instructs. “Imagine the glen.”

There’s no need for her to describe it in detail, the way she used to do when I was younger. In my mind, I have stood at the heart of this valley a thousand times before. Green, rugged mountains stretch toward an azure sky in my mind’s eye. Crisp, clear air flows around me, scented with fresh earth and pine from the forest beyond the hills and a faint hint of salt from the distant sea.

Water surges over a distant cliff, roaring softly in the distance. Everything looks the way it always has, no new threads to follow.

Another bead of sweat trickles down the side of my face. I lick my lips and find them too dry. That won’t do. I need them soft. Maybe the berry balm Ranee made last week will help. I sink my teeth into my lower lip and tease it the way my friend Katina told me I should if I want to draw someone’s attention to my mouth.

“Ahem.”

Moons. I got distracted again.

I open my eyes to find Ranee watching me, a knowing look on her face, and a smile. She shakes her head. “Why do I get the feeling you’re thinking about something other than finding your oju?”

“Can you blame me?” I crawl onto her mat, and we sit side by side. “Dragon’s Fall starts today.”

She lets out a sharp laugh. “As if I could forget. It’s not like you haven’t been marking the days leading up to it on our bedroom wall or anything.”

I nudge my shoulder against hers, earning another laugh. “Are you sure you don’t want to go?” I ask. We rarely go to town, and we’ve never gone during the monthlong celebration of humanity’s triumph over the dragons near a thousand score ago. “I know guardians are supposed to be devout, but there’s no such rule stating that Monitors can’t have some fun from time to time.”

Ranee rests her hands on her knees and lets out a long breath. “I have a different idea of fun. Besides, I had my share of Dragon’s Falls before you were born.”

“When you lived on Capital Island?” I ask. It’s hard for me to imagine Ranee’s life before she became my monitor. All I know is that she trained at the palace and that, despite leaving behind her homeland, she somehow loved it there.

“Before” is all Ranee murmurs, before reversing to our first subject. “Did you really have no luck this morning?” she asks.

I shake my head before resting it on her shoulder. No luck any morning.

She studies me. “You seriously didn’t notice anything new?”

The waterfall crosses my mind. Maybe its roar was a little louder today than it was yesterday. Or maybe I just imagined that it was louder. Either way, it’s not worth getting Ranee’s hopes up. I shake my head. “Everything was like it always is. Are you really that surprised?”

Ranee stares at me a second longer, then relents with a sigh. She turns and surveys the beach. It’s just the two of us. Very few people from the village would dare the hike through the shadowy forest surrounding us to get here. “We can train here today.”

I interlock my fingers with hers and squeeze. “Or . . . ”

She gives me a sideways glance. “Or what?”

“You could show me that dance again.”

She hums thoughtfully. “Dances carry stories,” she muses, “and a capable guardian should be able to decode them, I suppose.” She drops my hand. “Alright. I’ll show you. Close your eyes.”

I do.

“Listen for the heartbeat of the past,” she instructs. “The drums speak in layers. That low thrum you hear is the anchor, steady and deep, like the roots of a tree older than a hundred score. The sharper, higher beats are the footsteps of your ancestors prancing along cobblestone paths. The music moves in waves, both grounded and free.”

I open my eyes to find her smiling at me.

“Do you hear it?” she asks.

I nod, and I do. I hear and feel the music coursing through me, a song that makes me feel rooted and loose all at once.

Ranee extends her arms like wings. At the drums’ direction, she leans forward slightly at the waist and then back again, her hands bobbing at the wrist in concert. Following her lead, I raise a hand in front of my face and twirl. We carve patterns in the air, dipping and twisting and spinning. I sigh and relish the breeze on my skin.

“What story does this dance tell?” I ask as Ranee slows, curving toward the ground in a graceful bow.

My monitor straightens up. “It tells a small part of mine,” she admits. “I’m still working on it. What do you think?”

I seize her hands and squeeze, bouncing on the balls of my toes. “I think it’s beautiful,” I gush. “It makes me feel like I’m flying.” There are so many questions I want to ask her about it, about her past in general, but a sudden gust of wind stirs the treetops, sending down a shower of leaves.

Ranee’s eyes narrow as she scans our surroundings. She squeezes my hands before letting go. “Let’s go home,” she says, striding for the path that weaves through the forest, leading back to our tiny cottage nestled among the trees.

I lock arms with her as we fall into step. “Thank you,” I murmur.

She knows what for.


A few measures later, we stand before the full-length mirror in our shared bedroom. A cool breeze flutters through the window, carrying irresistible notes that lure my hips into their rhythm. The festivities in town began shortly after Ranee and I returned home this morning. I danced my way through today’s chores and training as sporadic bursts of music drifted to us from Irez.

Ranee swats my side, her golden-brown fingers leaving my skin smarting a little. “Hold still, Aryam,” she chides before snapping my wings into place. The wings arch above my head, cascading downward in a soft rush of purple and blue nightfall feathers. The evening colors complement my handsewn, seashell-covered bodysuit perfectly.

I bounce on the balls of my feet and grin at my reflection, twisting and turning in the mirror as I study myself from each angle. “This is perfect.”

Behind me, Ranee smirks. “Oh? Not too childish?” she quips, mimicking how I sounded when I begged for a different costume a few weeks ago. I wanted a fiery two-piece that conjured sunlight and dragon fire, something that would make me look irresistible to a certain crimson-eyed boy I met over the summer. The modest one-piece she’s made me instead evokes twilight and sea breeze—a subtler kind of romantic.

I stick my tongue out at Ranee, and she laughs, shaking her head. “I’ve been too lenient with you,” she says. “I should be keeping you home tonight. We have training in the morning, after all.”

“We have training every morning,” I point out.

“Though, lately, you’ve often managed to avoid it,” she retorts. Even though her tone is playful, it carries an undercurrent of suspicion, but she doesn’t outright pry. Not today.

After a beat, Ranee says, “I have something for you.”

She squeezes behind me, careful not to fall over the footboard of my bed, and pulls open the bottom drawer of the wooden wardrobe crammed between the bedroom door and window. The item she retrieves is wrapped in white linen, embroidered with the showy pink flowers she says adorned her childhood home. I hold my breath tight as she peels the cloth away, revealing a silver tiara clip lined with auger shells. My eyes dart to the tear-shaped crystal resting at its center.

“Your costume wouldn’t be complete without this,” she says, extending the clip toward me.

I cradle it gently in the palm of my hand. “How did you . . . ” The words catch in my throat as I gape at the sapphire crystal. It’s not just a fragile piece of sea glass plucked from the offerings of the morning tide. This crystal is worth something. “Where did you even find the coin?” I stammer.

There’s not much coin to go around our island to begin with, and since neither of us has time for employment, we’re poorer than most. Being a guardian doesn’t pay so well.

Ranee smirks, mischief shimmering in her eyes. She won’t tell me. “A special gift for a special girl” is all she says before easing the clip out of my hands and sliding it into my hair. It fits perfectly between the two puffs atop the bubble braids she segmented my hair into earlier this morning, each neatly descending in black puffs to my shoulders. My heart flutters at the sight of the girl staring back at me through the looking glass. She looks positively regal, like an Aziza princess plucked from a children’s tale.

Ranee runs a thumb along my hairline, smoothing an errant baby hair, then leans into my ear. “You look beautiful, Ary,” she croons before pinching the skin above my elbow. “Don’t let it go to your head.”

I laugh and bat her hand away. “You’re too late,” I say. My head’s already full of knowing that when he sees me tonight, Kyrel Durago won’t be able to take his eyes off me. For a moment, I let myself picture him with that smoldering gaze and those charming freckles of his. I see his tall, lean figure etched out in the light of our white moon as he takes my hand in his and . . . 

“Do you remember your oath?”

Ranee’s gentle voice shreds through my fantasy. Our eyes meet through the glass. She watches me with an otherworldly stillness, concern glistening in her eyes.

She hates to ask that question, always has, but she must. As my monitor, it’s her duty to ensure that I stay in rhythm. The oath is clear.

Never fall in love.

Never care for anyone at all, aside from the princess I’m bound by blood to serve.

I must train and wait. Train for battle. Wait until I’m called to her side. If I’m ever called to her side. Never mind that no guardian has been summoned to the capital in almost a thousand score.

A thousand score.

My smile slowly returns as I remember how long the empire of Beldemar has been at peace, how long humans have been free of dragon rule and terror, and how unlikely it is that anything I do matters at all. I won’t fall in love. I won’t do anything reckless.

Just one kiss.

That’s all I want tonight. It doesn’t have to mean anything.

Ary,” Ranee warns. Even when she’s scolding me, her voice is soft. Warm. Like a hug. Sometimes, I suspect that she sympathizes with my plight. Alas. “Promise me you’ll remember.”

I put on my best smile. “I’ll remember,” I vow.

She purses her lips to one side, unconvinced. I can see her debating whether letting me go into town tonight is worth the risk of encouraging my recklessness. “If you think there might be too much temptation . . . ”

“You promised I could go,” I interrupt, knowing better than to let her finish that line of thought. “This score is special.” I’ve sat every Dragon’s Fall out for fifteen score, forbidden to venture into town during the entire month of its celebration, but this score has to be different.

Ranee freezes and eventually releases a long sigh. “It is special,” she acknowledges, and her gaze turns inward, drifting off to some faraway, secret corner of her mind. It’s the same place where she’s hiding the answer to how she found enough coin to buy my crystal. “How nice it is that King Felix honors us this score by sending a gift to our humble little village for the Dragon’s Fall Carnival,” she murmurs.

“He sent the gift to all the rural villages in Marad to honor Princess Marleyn on her sixteenth birthday,” I remind her. Our sixteenthbirthday, as well as that of the other three guardians who were bound to her at birth. They live somewhere on Beldemar’s other three islands. “I doubt he was really thinking of two glorified servants.”

Ranee shrinks back, her pained gaze flinching away from mine as I realize how spiteful I sound. How dissonant. I want to take the words back, but I can’t. Whenever I think about her, about the princess, all I can think is how happy I am that I’m far away from her, that the empire is at peace and the burden of duty may fall on the next generation of guardians and not mine.

Somehow, Ranee knows I think this way.

My attitude is a poor reflection of her moral guidance, of the scores she’s poured into molding and preparing me, of the sacrifices she’s made. She’s trained me to be better.

“I . . . I’m sorry,” I choke.

She shakes her head. “You should hurry if you’re going to get to Irez before dark,” she suggests. “Do you want me to walk you through the forest?”

And even though I do, I shake my head and put on my best smile again. Besides, if I show up with my monitor in tow, my friends will never let me hear the end of it. “No, thank you. I’ll be fine.”


I’m not fine. 

The eerie stillness of the Immortal Soul Forest always turns my stomach. Aside from an occasional shudder of wind here and a flicker of light there, my hurried breaths and shuffling feet are the only signs of life. Even animals do not dwell in this wood, for the colossal trees that tower overhead in austere silence are dead living things, as old as the island itself.

They had souls once. Ranee says they communicated in treesong, their stories stretching far and wide across the island in a symphony of whispers. Now hollow silence reigns.

I hurry along, trying not to be spooked by silhouettes or to scan the trees for traces of shadow thieves and other ancient tricksters that the logical part of my brain tells me no longer exist in this realm.

Long ago, Prince Donomar defeated the dragon king and banished all those horrid creatures to the Shadows, I remind myself. That’s what Dragon’s Fall is all about, after all, a celebration of humanity’s triumph over all things akbarrin. Prince Donomar ensured that the creatures could not return by placing a seal on the akbarrin realm.

But knowing what I know can’t stop me from feeling what I feel, and what I feel, currently, is a shaking in my limbs and an uncanny sense that something is out there watching me.

It takes twenty beats longer than usual to reach the forest’s edge, twenty beats of chills skittering over my skin and of tears threatening to ruin my makeup. I shuffle along as fast as I can, my wings growing heavier with each step and bearing down on my shoulders. It’s just like Ranee to sneak in that extra bit of strength training on what should be the best night of my life.

With a sigh of relief, I shake off my nerves as the forest finally falls behind me.

The brightly colored block houses that crowd Irez’s tropical hills are a welcome sight to my blurry eyes, as are the streets swarming with currents of brown and yellow bodies of every shade, all dressed in costumes as resourceful and colorful as mine. The divine aroma of sweet breads, dumplings, and curried meats curls beneath my nostrils, hooking me like a fish and reeling me in. My mouth waters at the thought of indulging in the delicacies offered by the street vendors, many of whom have traveled from as far as Capital Island to share their goods.

And then a lump forms in my throat.

I forgot to ask Ranee for coin.

Tears threaten to fall anew but stop when I hear my name.

“Ary! Over here.”

My friends wait for me near the edge of town, outside the stone washhouse where Kyrel makes five coin a week cleaning clothes for the villagers who can afford the service. Securing that job for him took effort. The same features that I find attractive about him make others uneasy, and it didn’t help that he came to Irez mysteriously—orphaned and alone. But Darien’s father owns the shop, and Katina’s aunt is a patron there. Once I convinced my friends that he was good, they helped with the rest.

Standing on the curb outside the building, a lanky, tan-skinned boy with dark, bushy hair and frizzy sideburns that look like two caterpillars inching down the sides of his face waves a frantic arm in the air.

“Over here!” Darien calls again. A tall headdress made of straw grass and feathers bobs on his head as he waves, one side of the headband sliding down over his eye. The rest of his costume is a sea stone–studded loincloth, leaving his pale, yellow stomach and untanned upper thighs on full display.

Despite my despair over forgotten coin, I can’t help but giggle. “What are you wearing?” I ask, stepping over the line where the dirt road becomes cobblestone. 

“He thinks that ridiculous costume will get him noticed by the storyguard.” Katina sits by his feet, paring her fingernails with a sanding stick, her face a deliberate mask of disinterest. The ruby-red paint on her fingernails, most likely a gift her mother sent her from the capital, matches her costume—a two-piece rich in reds, oranges, and rust, much like the one I begged Ranee for. Her brown eyes roll toward me, aloof at first, then filled with something closer to delight as she takes me in.

“Okay, pigtails,” she exclaims, snapping her fingers to punctuate each syllable.

I tug self-consciously at one of my braids and wonder if that was a compliment. Katina’s own hair is braided into an elegant coiffure, rising into a puffy afro bun at the top of her head. She raises her two well-oiled hands and waits for Darien and me to pull her to her feet. We clasp our hands around hers, and I’m too conscious of how rough my own must feel. Where I start my days with sprints and exercises, Katina starts hers with servant-drawn baths and massages.

“I can’t believe Ranee let you out,” Darien says.

“It took you long enough to get here,” Katina pitches in, dusting her thighs free of tiny specks of dirt and gravel from the ground. When she finishes, she prods at the crystal dangling from my tiara. “This is nice,” she comments, but there’s a question embedded in her tone. She narrows her eyes. “It almost looks real.” Suspicion clouds her face as she studies it a tick longer, then shrugs. “Probably not, though,” she says, before sauntering off for her wings, resting on a wooden crate near the washhouse door.

“I like your pigtails, Ary,” Darien says. “You look just like Dragon Princess Nalini—I mean, in her human form, of course.”

I flash him a grateful smile. “Thanks. And you look like . . . ” I pause to study his outfit. “An ancient griot?” I guess.

Darien’s answering smile assures me that I’ve said the right thing. He glances at Katina before lowering his voice and asking, “Do you think the storyguard will notice?”

I grin. “Of course they will.” I don’t tell him that it would be difficult for anyone not to notice him in that absurd costume, not when being accepted into the ranks of the storyguard and traveling Beldemar is his biggest dream. Even if the odds are stacked against him as a washman’s son.

He isn’t the only one with a fool’s heart.

“Darien, help me with my wings!”

Darien playfully rolls his eyes before answering our friend’s summons. He tries to hide it, but I notice him snatching looks at me as he helps Katina.

“Have you been crying, pigtails?” A new voice sends a staticky shimmer down my spine. Kyrel steps out of the shadow of the washhouse’s entryway, warm sunlight cascading over his freckled honey-brown skin and igniting the copper-red twists atop his head. My breath catches in my throat, head swimming as it always does at the sight of him. I feel weightless, like I could float to the moon.

Only one word anchors me to the ground. Pigtails. So, he heard that?

I drop his gaze, finding it suddenly hard to look at him.

Kyrel strolls forward and touches his finger to my chin, tilting my gaze upward to meet his. “Don’t tell me you’re still afraid of the forest.”

I brush his hand away. “No,” I mumble defensively. “I just . . . ” I can see Darien and Katina listening in. They’re going to mock me mercilessly for this. “I forgot coin for food, okay?”

Kyrel smiles slyly, glancing toward the forest. “Alright,” he says, shrugging. “If you’re not afraid, just run home and grab some coin. We’ll wait.”

“No!” Katina and I protest simultaneously.

“We’re late enough as it is,” Katina says. She throws a pointed look in my direction. “If you wanted to eat, you shouldn’t have been so forgetful.” She shrugs and turns her nose up. “I guess now you’ll just have to go without.”

A whine escapes my lips, but my friends laugh. “She’s only teasing, pigtails,” Kyrel reassures me with a wink. “I have enough for the two of us.” He squints curiously at my forehead, at the crystal resting there, before starting into the village with Darien at his side.

Katina takes up my side as I follow. She elbows me in the ribs. “He forgets how much you eat,” she remarks.

I elbow her back, protesting with a laugh. “Kati, that’s so unfair.”

Her laugh dwarfs mine. “Tonight’s the night, then, eh?” she asks. “Finally going to make your move?” She lowers her voice and leans in conspiratorially. “What does your monitor have to say about that?”

“Keep your voice down,” I hiss. “What if someone hears you?”

It was a mistake, a mistake to tell her the truth about what Ranee and I truly are, monitor and guardian, not a young widow looking after the orphaned child of a dear friend, as most people think. But Katina is the only person nosey enough to inquire, and I kind of like having a friend to share my secrets with, even if I shouldn’t.

Katina wouldn’t tell anyone.

No activity yet

No updates yet.

Come back later to check for updates.

7 Comments

Write a comment...
Tylisha WashingtonThank you, everyone, for the support so far! I appreciate each of you so much!
20 days ago
Tylisha WashingtonAnd thank you Jada Wilson for the review! I wasn't sure where else to reach out and tell you how much I appreciate it.
19 days ago
Parsha Meahjabin This is a magical and exciting fantasy story about Aryam Sinanan, a young guardian who must protect her kingdom from ancient creatures. The world feels real, the characters are interesting, and the story has themes of courage, growth, and duty. It’s a great read for anyone who loves fantasy adventures with heart.
0 likes Reply
18 days ago
olivia williamsI always stood against people trying to hack their partner's phone, until my cheating wife gave me every reason to spy on her. I've been suspecting her attitudes lately and I really loved my wife , so I was eager to find out the reason behind her sudden change of attitude. I contacted JBEE SPY TEAM who was recommended by a friend and after a few hours of contacting them, they gave me remote access to my wife phone and I saw all her day to day activities and I was able to confirm she was cheating. Team of hacker I got in touch with was recommended to as conleyjbeespy606@gmail.com JBEE SPY TEAM Telegram +44 7456 058620 I recommend their service well
0 likes Reply
17 days ago
aura afrianiWow, this story is very good, how did you write it? You are very great, you need to know that I like the story you wrote.
0 likes Reply
15 days ago
Kainat ArifiVery nice book I recommend everyone to read
0 likes Reply
15 days ago
Amit KumarA Chord of Silver Moons: A Review A Chord of Silver Moons by Tylisha Washington is a captivating introduction to high fantasy that combines lyrical prose, a story full of action and heart, and rich world-building. This book, which is set in the vast and painstakingly created realm of Aryam, is a must-read for fantasy readers since it is both an exciting story of adventure and a sensory experience. The narrative revolves on a world on the verge of anarchy, bound by silver threads of magic and music. Dynamic and complex individuals with epic and personal journeys are at the center of the story. Every character has depth, including motivations, shortcomings, and goals.
0 likes Reply
14 days ago
About the author

A proud graduate of the University of Michigan, Tylisha Washington is an author and teacher based in Lansing, Michigan. Tylisha is passionate about education and inspiring young writers. For fun, she enjoys reading, exercising, watching anime, and playing The Sims. view profile

Published on October 21, 2024

Published by

90000 words

Worked with a Reedsy professional 🏆

Genre:Young Adult Fantasy

Reviewed by

Review this book

Share your thoughts with other readers now.