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533 pages, Paperback
First published June 8, 2021
There is no meaning in the universe: no fate, no high blood, no rights of kings over land. Everything is emptiness. The world only had meaning when we give it meaning.
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Some men dream of times long dead, and times that never existed, and they’re willing to tear the present apart entirely to get it.
There was no void in her any longer. Whatever she was—weapon, monster, cursed or gifted—she was whole.
She could make herself into something monstrous. She could be a creature born of poison and pyre, flame and blood.
“Trust me, her face said.
That was the problem with making allies. At some point, inevitably, there came a moment when a decision had to be made: Could this one be trusted? Had their loyalty been won? Was their generosity a façade for a hidden knife?”
“But some men dream of times long dead, and times that never existed, and they're willing to tear the present apart entirely to get them.”