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336 pages, Hardcover
First published August 8, 2017
"My mother tried to kill me the night the guards arrested her."
He looks at me, through me.
"Your strength is my weakness, Miss Locke. The fault is entirely my own. You've done nothing wrong. It didn't get far; the damage is minimal."
"Having a heart is not a weakness," I say softly. "A weak heart breaks, a broken heart bleeds, and blood can be poisoned."
North slams a drawer back into place before exhaling. "That is how a king becomes a coward, and how a country becomes a graveyard."
Wake up, I think helplessly, but she needs magic for that, and the king keeps it all locked in his castle.
"When the gods went to war, they destroyed everything in their battle for dominance. Nothing survived except a single see that a farmer found buried in the ashes. But it couldn't grow without sunlight or water, so he went to the gods and he made them an offer: If he could defeat their strongest warriors, they would call a truce. Tell would rule the earth and Rook would rule the sky, and neither one would be more important than the other. They would be balanced."
"Farodeen the First," I say.
North smiles, pleased that I know his mythology. He wouldn't be so pleased if I told him the rest of the story we're taught, that Farodeen was sacrificed by his more powerful brother, Overen, the king of Brindaigel, and that Avinea was a consolation prize to his heirs. They would be destined to be farmers like their father.
"Farodeen wrestled Rook's giants out of the sky, and they damned Tell's volcanoes, ending the war. To reward him, the gods threaded their magic through his veins; starlight from Rook and fire from Tell, so if they ever went to war again, man could fight too."
"Shimmer and burn."