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528 pages, Hardcover
First published April 26, 2022
"I know it hurts. It won't hurt forever. I promise. It won't hurt forever."
Power is a mountain, Senera. A mountain that humanity climbs to feel safe or give our lives meaning, or, I don't know, just bolster our self-esteem. People will never stop climbing, never stop trying to be the one who reaches the top. Never stop trying to make sure that no one else can climb up there and throw them rolling back down. And yet, someone always does.
And how tempting must it have been when someone came along with all those lovely "prophecies" that suggested that someone else might one day solve all their issues with Vol Karoth. All they had to do was make sure certain events happened, certain people were born, certain game pieces were placed just so.
Honestly. The entire empire was falling apart, and Qown was discovering puberty. Which Galen was gleefully, purposefully encouraging.
People started giving them a wide berth, probably because family arguments had nothing in the "awkward” department compared to family arguments where one member had literally killed the other.
In Xivan's wake, roses bloomed.
Galen climbed down off the roof and helped the other two down. Qown was especially flustered when Galen's hands ended up on his waist.
Honestly. The entire empire was falling apart, and Qown was discovering puberty. Which Galen was gleefully, purposefully encouraging.
She closed her eyes and put her hand to her mouth. He watched as tears fell in glistening trails down her cheeks. Finally, he couldn't stand it anymore, and he smoothed the tears from her face with his fingers.
"You know this is the part where you are supposed to kiss her, right? Grizzst said.
Senera's eyes flashed fire as she whirled to face the wizard. "You know this is the part where you should find out if you can go fuck yourself, right?"
"Oh, I would if I could, beautiful, believe me..." The armor shook his head. "Never thought I'd miss being able to shit."
Senera glanced at Thurvishar. "Are we sure we need him?"
Tyentso returned with her people (she decided not to examine exactly when a Black Brotherhood assassin and an actual demon had become "her people," but at least Fayrin legitimately took orders from her) while everyone back at the Manol made their plans.