Whispers from the Veil... Forgotten lore, forbidden love, emotion-born magic
Carys has always felt the Veil—a presence just beyond the world’s edge, pulsing with memory, silence, and something watching. Born with shadowmagic that stirs when she feels too deeply, she’s trained all her life to keep it hidden. But when a vision strikes—a bound man with burning amber eyes and a voice that pleads for her help—it unravels everything she thought she knew. Her power was never supposed to exist. The visions were never meant to find her. And the Veil? It’s beginning to remember her.
Drawn to a warrior who should have feared her and haunted by a man she’s never met but cannot forget, Carys leaves behind the only safety she’s ever known to chase answers that echo through time. What she finds is a realm full of secrets, a legacy buried in silence, and a dangerous, magnetic connection that defies reason. The Veil is weakening, the old magic stirs—and Carys must decide if she was born to stop the unraveling… or to be the one who wakes it.
I’ve believe that stories choose us, This one arrived like a whisper in the dark. A tale of power, pain, and the kind of love that leaves marks. If it finds you, I hope it stays. And I hope it sets something free.
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“She wasn’t supposed to care. He wasn’t supposed to feel. But here they were—breaking rules like they were promises.”
Whispers of the Fallen Veil
author's note
This story began, as many do, with a question that wouldn’t leave me alone.
What if magic didn’t come from power—but from emotion? From sorrow, from longing, from the quiet ache we carry and the hope that somehow, it means something?
Whispers of the Fallen Veil grew from that space—where beauty lives beside fear, where shadows aren’t always evil, and where a girl who feels too much becomes the key to something ancient. It's a story about what we carry in silence. About finding your voice when it’s dangerous to speak. About grief, and magic, and love that reaches across impossible distance.
I didn’t write this book alone. I used tools—like AI—to help shape the vision, but every chapter, every line has my fingerprints on it. Hours of dreaming. Rethinking. Reworking. And believing.
Because this story matters to me.
And if you’re here, maybe it will matter to you too.
Thank you for stepping into the Veil with me.
—Andra C. Thorne
This story began, as many do, with a question that wouldn’t leave me alone.
What if magic didn’t come from power—but from emotion? From sorrow, from longing, from the quiet ache we carry and the hope that somehow, it means something?
Whispers of the Fallen Veil grew from that space—where beauty lives beside fear, where shadows aren’t always evil, and where a girl who feels too much becomes the key to something ancient. It's a story about what we carry in silence. About finding your voice when it’s dangerous to speak. About grief, and magic, and love that reaches across impossible distance.
I didn’t write this book alone. I used tools—like AI—to help shape the vision, but every chapter, every line has my fingerprints on it. Hours of dreaming. Rethinking. Reworking. And believing.
Because this story matters to me.
And if you’re here, maybe it will matter to you too.
Thank you for stepping into the Veil with me.
—Andra C. Thorne
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