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522 pages, Paperback
First published February 15, 2022
Fedeles:“Javier wouldn’t have made a mess of all this.”
Atreau: “Fedeles, my dear. Your heretic cousin has done nothing but make messes and leave them for you to clean up,”
Me:Amen, Atreau!
Master Ariz had presented himself with all the grandeur of a potato
when crawling through tunnels to get to the end-battle...
“Sometimes you have to hold your nose to follow the path of heroism,” Atreau intoned with great solemnity.
Javier's prophecy: “The Solstice King will arise from blood and flames. From shadows and ruin, to wake Yah-muur and tear the Shroud of Stone asunder.”
Atreau: “Would it have killed Javier to have just written this Solstice King’s name down?”
... somehow the Goddess Yah-muur could only provide a spindly painted stick. It really was hard not to feel cheated by such an underwhelming relic. What were they supposed to do with this? Poke the Shroud of Stone apart with it?
“By chance . . .” Atreau leaned close, whispering in his ear. “When you met Yah-muur, was she very, very tiny?”
“I’m not him. I’m sorry,” Marisol whispered into Fedeles ear. Her tears felt hot as they slid down Fedeles’s cool skin. “I’m not him.”
“I know who you are, Marisol,” Fedeles quietly assured her. “Your uncle and I came here for you, not for anyone else.”