Lightbringer (Empirium, #3)

by Claire Legrand

“You won’t,” he gasped, blood now dotting his face. “You love me.” “I wish I didn’t,” she said bitterly. “I fascinate you, darling.” “As would your death.”

Always. A cruel word, a lying word.

Time is endless, brutal, and as untameable—and changeable—as the sea.”

And on a small terrace outside the finest suite of rooms in Baingarde, the king of Celdaria cradled his daughter against his chest, watching the horizon bloom bright with farewell.