All This Twisted Glory (This Woven Kingdom, #3)

by Tahereh Mafi

“Forgive me,” came the older man’s broken response. “I was a fool—I didn’t know— Our weak, sheltered imaginations cannot fathom such corruptions of darkness— I never thought it would be like this— I never—” Cyrus set his jaw. “I will see that this matter is resolved, and when it is done, you will return to Mother. The Diviners will fashion you a new set of eyes—” “This matter will never be resolved!” Reza cried, hysterical now. “Don’t you see? It’s a trap—it’s always a trap—” “That’s not true,” Cyrus said, determined. “I’ve already completed most of the tasks. I have four more months—” Reza would not stop shaking his head, his torment undisguised, his moods as sudden and changeable as the wind. “My son—you don’t understand—” “Tell me, then,” said Cyrus, his chest heaving with barely restrained emotion. He’d all but destroyed himself in the pursuit of righting these wrongs, and always his father doubted him. “Why is it you won’t put your faith in me? What is it I don’t understand?” Finally Reza opened his eyes, the rosy flesh of the empty sockets still wet with tears. “It’s never been done,” he whispered. “No man has ever wagered against the devil and won.”