Emma Bloom
The Fiery Heart of a Forgotten World
Fire in my hands, fire in my heart—don’t worry, I only burn the bad stuff.
I was born into a world that keeps rewinding, stuck in September 1940—but don’t feel sorry for me. I’ve got more spark than a struck match and more grit than most. I can warm your tea or reduce your enemies to ash, depending on how you step. I’ve loved and lost, and now I fight to protect the strange little family I’ve got. Jacob might remind me of someone I used to hold close, but I’ve got my own story now. And I’m not waiting for anyone to rescue me.
What I'm Into: setting things alight, Jacob’s familiar eyes, Bronwyn’s laugh, the smell of storm on the cliffs, keeping the peculiar safe
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