A Harmony of Procellarum

A Harmony of Procellarum Sacrificial Lambs Book 4 C.A. Rene Copyright Copyright © A Harmony of Procellarum [2023] by [C.A. Rene] All rights reserved. This book, or any portion thereof, may not be reproduced or used in any manner whatsoever without the express written permission of the publisher, except for the use of brief quotations in a book review. This book is a work of fiction and any resemblance to any person, living or dead, is purely coincidental. The characters and storylines are created by the author’s imagination and are used fictitiously. No copyright infringement intended. No claims have been made over songs and/or lyrics written. All credit goes to the original owner. Cover Design by: Black Widow Designs Co. eBook ISBN: 978-1-990675-39-3 Contents Dedication Quote Foreword Squall 1. Tiny 2. Torrent 3. Squall 4. Tiny 5. Tiny 6. Torrent 7. Tiny 8. Torrent 9. Squall 10. Torrent 11. Torrent 12. Tiny Tiny About the Author . Chapter Want to keep up with teasers and new releases? You can find C.A. Rene on any of the following platforms! Website Goodreads BookBub Instagram TikTok Facebook C.A.’s Renegades Dedication For Rach, Thank you for being a shoulder to scream my frustrations on. This one is going to hurt Quote “Onstage, I am a devil. But I’m hardly a social reject.” -Freddie Mercury Foreword For all Content Inquiries, please visit CONTENT WARNING | C.A. ReneAuthor (careneauthor.com) Please read responsibly. SquallLoving Beginnings Orphanage - 1987“It will only be for a little while, Sval. Until I can get back on my feet.” Lies. My mother is a master manipulator, a pathological liar, and she knows I know she’s lying. I’ve never been a loved and coddled child. Not only was she too young when she had me, but conceiving me after being raped really was the cherry on top of a crumbling cake.She was thirteen years old, trying to shine men’s shoes for money, when a man decided she could be useful for other things too. She was kicked out of her house, forced to live on the streets, and then decided sex work really was lucrative.She still believes that. I look up at the looming building with its chipping paint and broken shutters and begin to seal away any and all emotions. I won’t miss her, I won’t cry for her, and I’ll forget I ever had a mother. Where she is a manipulator, I am a delusionist. I have been dreaming up a perfect facade my entire life and I will continue to do so without her.My hand cups around the door handle as I grab my backpack, refusing to look the woman who brought me into this world in the eye. I hear her sniff and I know it’s more likely from an oncoming cold than it is for my departure. For my abandonment.Her hand lands on my shoulder as she whispers, “It’ll Chapter one TinyNew York in the winter is the most beautiful place on Earth. Snow falls in a slow descent to the ground and each flake is illuminated by the multitude of lights emanating from streetlamps and the warm glow of apartment windows. It blankets the cracked and weathered concrete, cushioning your boots as they leave a trail of footprints behind you. All of it telling a story of where you’ve been and where you’re headed. When I was a child, I would spend eleven months out of the year counting down to December, my favorite month. It was the cheerfulness of the season, the spirit of giving, and the love and comfort of family. Not that I had much family. I was the only child of a single mother and I never really knew who my father was, but she worked hard. I never felt the loss of not having a man in my life to raise me because Marlena Charles was able to fill both shoes.None of that affected me during my childhood and adolescence. If anything, it made me strive to be better than most children from conventional homes. I was the funniest, the happiest, the smartest, and always the most popular. I was class president, taught dance lessons, and tutored in my spare time. I filled every block of free time with an activity so I would never have to face exactly what it was I lacked.Until there was no other