{"id":259632,"date":"2026-07-13T17:06:58","date_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:06:58","guid":{"rendered":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/emerald-kyla-breene\/"},"modified":"2026-07-13T17:06:58","modified_gmt":"2026-07-13T14:06:58","slug":"emerald-kyla-breene","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/1kitap1.com\/en\/emerald-kyla-breene\/","title":{"rendered":"Emerald – Kyla Breene"},"content":{"rendered":"
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\u201cWe moved to caves to survive, but we still needed to salvage the remaining treasures of our civilization. I only know of that because of the treasure story passed on to me by my zhann. Treasure is a means of reclaiming something that might be otherwise unappreciated and respecting the value of that story.\u201d \u201cHuh,\u201d I say, caught off guard by how\u2026<\/p>\n

interesting that sounds. It challenges everything I\u2019ve thought of about possessions. \u201cBut what does that have to do with me? With me as part of your hoard?\u201d \u201cYou are the most beautiful of it and your story is unique,\u201d it responds. \u201cYour story is still being told, not like the rest of my hoard.\u201d I blink, then blink again, absorbing what it is communicating, trying to bridge the gap between what I thought it has been saying and this new explanation.<\/p>\n

I look at the rocks surrounding us, but I can\u2019t imagine much of a story for them besides them sitting around. Instead, I try to think of an item attached to my own memories, and it doesn\u2019t take long. \u201cI always liked looking for these swirling purple shells on the black beaches near my childhood home.” The memory slips out before I can stop it, a bittersweet pang following close behind. Kroaicho’s head snaps up, its skin flickering to a curious blue. “Purple shells?<\/p>\n

Where did you find these?” I snort, surprised by its sudden, very intense interest. “I don’t really remember. It was a long time ago,” I admit, shrugging. The alien’s bioluminescence brightens, a light teal spreading across its skin. “You do not remember where you placed something so precious?”<\/p>\n

I stare at it, half amused by the intensity of the question. “I was a kid, Kroaicho. It’s not like I cataloged every shell I picked up.” It huffs, a sound that almost resembles a scoff. “Humans,” it mutters, shaking its head. “Such a disorganized species.\u201d<\/p>\n

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No part of this publication may be reproduced, distributed, or transmitted in any form or by any means, including photocopying, recording, or other electronic or mechanical methods, without the prior written permission of the publisher, except as permitted by U.S. copyright law. For permission requests, contact ky@kylabreene.com The story, all names, characters, and incidents portrayed in this production are fictitious.<\/p>\n

No identification with actual persons (living or deceased), places, buildings, and products is intended or should be inferred. Cover by Kyla Breene Illustration by Yoingco and Kyla Breene 1st edition 2025 OceanofPDF.com Content warnings Foreword note from Ky A note on species and politics 1. Olivia 2. Kroaicho 3. Olivia 4. Olivia 5. Kroaicho 6. Olivia 7. Kroaicho 8. Olivia 9. Kroaicho 10. Olivia Contents 11. Kroaicho 12. Olivia 13. Olivia 14. Kroaicho 15. Olivia 16. Kroaicho 17. Olivia 18. Kroaicho 19. Olivia 20. Kroaicho 21. Olivia 22. Olivia 23.<\/p>\n

Olivia 24. Kroaicho 25. Olivia 26. Kroaicho 27. Olivia 28. Kroaicho 29. Olivia 30. Olivia 31. Kroaicho 32. Olivia 33. Kroaicho 34. Olivia 35. Olivia 36. Kroaicho 37. Olivia 38. Kroaicho 39. Preview of Ruby About the Authors Legends Start Somewhere Deliverance Series OceanofPDF.com This series deals with heavy topics and multiple common triggers. Check the content warnings! kylabreene dot com\/triggerwarnings OceanofPDF.com Content warnings I put a part of myself into every character I write, but this one was the hardest so far.<\/p>\n

It took a long time until I could force myself to stop writing book nine (AKA avoiding) so I could finalize this one and put it out in the world. It feels like baring my soul and fears. Olivia isn\u2019t autobiographical and is definitely her own person, but there was enough overlap that I struggled.This is for all the late-diagnosed neurodivergent people like me whose parents didn’t understand.I was recently diagnosed with AuDHD and PTSD.<\/p>\n

As a child, I would sometimes hit someone if they kept touching me without permission, or have a screaming meltdown if I got overloaded. I was a force of nature. I’ve always been strong, and so some boys (who for some inexplicable reason think tackling a girl is how you behave with a crush???)<\/p>\n<\/blockquote>\n

This is a short excerpt from the opening of “” by Unknown, quoted for review and introduction purposes. All rights belong to the copyright holders.<\/em><\/p>\n

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