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To all those who have known the weight of darkness and still shine. You’re stronger than you know.
Few people knew that the night spoke. Even fewer knew how to answer when it did.
Not even his famously eccentric priests and priestesses knew of his true appearance, and I’d often wondered how a whole realm could’ve forgotten. But stranger things had happened.
Raised welts rose up from my palms. They graced the back of my hands, each finger touched with the same harsh onyx and blue lines that spread across me like sickly veins.
So far, the girl appears strong. Maddox chose her, just as you suspected he would. Letter from Lieutenant Harlow to King Cirian, year 50 of the curse
He suspects nothing, though I can see the connection between them grow. Wait for my orders. Letter sent from Sciona via messenger to unknown recipient
“Yes, people are c-cruel, but if I did nothing, then I’d be just as b-bad as them.”
They were almost silver in certain lighting, unnatural and unnerving. But his peculiar eyes and strong jaw were the only visible parts of the king, who wore his usual silver mask,
No one had seen him without his mask for decades.
She is what we’ve suspected. A little nudging on my part, and the commander will select her all on his own. No one will be the wiser. Letter from unknown sender to King Cirian,
The time is approaching, and I grow weaker by the day. This will be my final letter to you, as my previous queries have all gone unanswered. I worry that your relationship with Cirian has changed, and I fear your closeness. I pray you have not forgotten the mission at hand. If we do not succeed, then Asidia will pay the price. Letter from Aurora Adair to unknown recipient,
“Ki!” Two arms flew around her neck, choking off her words. Patrick. “I can’t decide whether I want to smack you or hug you,”
Since sunfires died out once we hit the cursed lands, we didn’t bring any. Whatever magic powered the yellow gems was no match against the Mist.
They will not only have a better chance of survival, but they will help the Chosen reach the beginning of their destinies. Letter from Aurora Adair to unknown recipient,
Regret was the harshest of punishments.
I’d learned that day that sometimes we have to give away pieces of ourselves to others we love, even if it hurts at the time.
Love was nothing if not sacrifice, and for him, I’d willingly give all of myself.
It was what I felt awaken inside my core. A vicious heat sparked across the expanse of my chest, a flutter of something old and foreign and wholly destructive.
“How old are you?” she asked, the question catching me off guard. “Nineteen.”
But Patrick? He’d turned to me, suspicion marring his face, his lips thinned in distaste. I’d seen many men glare at me, whether it was right before I slit their throats, or after I delivered the king’s threats. But never before had such a look unsettled me as much as his did.
He said something in response, his tone light, but I could still feel the intensity of the warning he’d delivered as if he’d branded it upon my mind. Stay the hells away.
“And it’s a miracle you can walk at all with that giant chip on your shoulder.”
I plead with you to come and take your son. When I look into his eyes, I feel nothing but coldness. It unnerves me. Something isn’t right with that boy. Letter from Jack Maddox to unknown recipient,
“Kiara, listen to me.” She gripped my shoulders, surprisingly strong for a woman her age. “You need to finish reading the book. You’ll find the answers you’re looking for inside.”
“You’re waking up, Kiara,” she answered, her voice not sounding like her own. It lilted at the end in clashing discord. “Gods, I should have told you years ago. I was hoping to find another way, but I ran out of time.”
I am beginning to see why you are concerned about him. As he grows, the boy loses more and more of his humanity every day. I pray the damage can be undone. Letter to Aurora Adair from unknown recipient,
I saw the face of the man I’d known most of my life— The face of the man who’d saved me.
Shit. Uncle Micah was more than a mere liar. He was a god.
“I made the mistake of giving in to my jealousy fifty years ago. It was I who gave her lover the Godslayer blade that would split Raina’s magic,
Micah smiled, a sad smile that felt more grim than hopeful. “You’ve already met the man who was born to hold all three pieces of Raina’s power and take his place in the heavens.”
“My true name is Arlo, God of Earth and Soil, and you, Kiara Frey, born on the longest night of the year, contain one of three pieces of the lost Sun Goddess.”
