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488 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 11, 2022
She might not speak to me.” His friend snorted as he packed his bundle. “I told her I wouldn’t use Imbyr’s spells. I lied.” There was a pang in his heart when he thought about the possibility of Willow turning him away. Casting him aside. But he knew he took that risk when he invoked Fire.
They never should have taught you those things!” she nearly shrieked. When she reached to grab him, he flinched. Taking a deep breath, she folded her hands. “They’re only holding onto legends. And the people who hold on to those old traditions fall into the Shadow’s grasp,” her voice cracked. “Ever since the day I found you and brought you here to be with me, I’ve always only wanted to protect you.”
The Prince’s words were true, and that’s why they hurt. As a child, Nokhum wanted for nothing. He kept to himself, and the forest looked after him. They taught him how to survive. But when Cat found him in the woods, her family gave him a new name and anew life. They planted a dream within him to become someone worth admiring. Someone who had influence to stop the injustices he witnessed daily. But it was all a lie. One to motivate him to work hard.
To read everything. In the end, he could only ever be a scribe.
Spinners wove their tales into spidersilk, but they were wrong,” as she spoke, she pushed back his uvut to weave her leaves into his braid. “You were more than they thought you would be. So now your survival marks an unraveling. One that started long before Atnu put that flute to his lips. Before Adahai perished. Before those books came to you…” She kissed the top of his head. “Child of dust, all I want, is for you to walk your own path.”