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496 pages, Paperback
First published April 7, 2026
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In all her stories about the grandeur of Abyssa, of divine life among the world's most exquisite creatures, how was it that she'd escaped details of her own family?
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“That’s my cue,” Yemi sighed, tossing her staff to Cutter and grabbing her jacket from the low wall (...)
“Your cue was thirty minutes ago when I daresay a bath should have been started,” said Cutter.
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“Moss, do you mind if we walk from here? We’re like a rock in a river. At this rate, I’ll never find a sandwich, much less have time to eat it.”
“Oh, I see, you want Cutter to kill us all,” said Nova.
“Who’s Cutter killing? Shit, not me,” Moss chuckled. “I’ve still got a bag of tricks that young man wouldn’t know nothing about.”
“Oh, relax, precious, no one’s killing anyone unless I order it,” Yemi told Nova.
“Yeah, you say that, but…” Nova muttered.
“Go on ahead, I’ll find you. Be safe about it, though,” Moss said.
“Thank you.” Yemi sighed relief and reached her hand over his shoulder. He kissed her ring and gave her fingers a little shake.
“Anytime, My Light.” He winked.
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"The most direct route is a twenty-mile stretch of Obéid and people who regularly use your name and terms like flesh leather in the same sentence."
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“(...) We don’t need to do this shit that is clearly going to get you killed.”
“Do you want the version of me you’ll end up with if I don’t do this?” Yemi asked. The question felt like a confession. “Scared, angry, miserable, closed off the way I have been? I want to be better for you, but I can’t let this go. It won’t come loose; do you understand? I can finally confront my past here, find the weapon powerful enough to get rid of my enemies, and go home and be rid of all of it. That’s what’s on the other side of this for me.”
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The vent over a stone hearth had been carved to echo the chambers of a nautilus beside an altar bordered by dried herbs and the rinds of fruit.
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The damage was slowed by an intervention of magic, though there were few witches in Ixia now. The pride with which the nation had once credited its evolution to its gods and their magic had been turned to fear when Arielle conceived.
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Somewhere between signing off on monument commissions for the umpteenth fallen soldier and moderating a heated debate on appropriations for an expanded armory versus the treatment and cleanup of shell-shocked birds wreaking havoc on some formerly pristine balconies, Yemi’s posture began to crumble.
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“There are no useless things,” Selah replied. She rummaged through a small ornate chest at the far end of the room next to a hanging serpent’s skeleton and returned with a round gold pendant on a length of leather cord.
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“You laugh, but Sumire is picking up on your language. Chef caught her screaming fucks in the garden after a beesting,” Kuro deadpanned.
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