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303 pages, Kindle Edition
First published February 18, 2020
"In the name of the crown I arrest you and charge you with the crime of being an unregistered and unsworn mageborn. You will yield up your magic for the greater good, or face certain death…"
"When you chased monsters they tended to notice. They chased you back."
"Ripples and waves of light danced on the roof of the cave, the churning maelstrom of the glowing pool beneath reflected on the centuries-old rock worn smooth by the passage of time and water."
“Grace punched the bag again, imagining it was him, imagining it bore his superior, snide look, his too bloody handsome face, that perfect nose which she was breaking, his freakish black eyes which she was turning into actual black eyes.”
“She thought of Craine’s watchful eye, of the laughter ringing out through the mess hall, of blankets shared and boots handed down, borrowed clothes, the water of the baths, snatches of song and dirty jokes, and a hug when it was needed most.”

Ripples and waves of light danced on the roof of the cave, the churning maelstrom of the flowing pool beneath reflected on the centuries-old rock worn smooth by the passage of time and water.
“I'm the Lord of Thorns, remember? The king of the mageborn.”
“I serve the crown, yes. I serve the king, the true king. And it is my honour to serve.”







