Prism Cloud (Harbinger, #4)

by Jeff Wheeler

The ancients had it correct. Courage consists not of hazarding without fear, but in being resolutely minded in pursuit of a just cause.

The words she had heard from Empress Maia rang in her mind. War was coming. A blight of war.

it. The idea was inspired by Lord Fitzroy’s journal. Let’s call it a Prism Cloud, he’d suggested. Look at all the different colors.

Sera closed her eyes, feeling the pain wash over her. Cettie had been her closest friend. She was the strong one. The valiant one. This shouldn’t have happened. There

Yeah I'm not believing it

There is about to be bloodshed on the scale of nothing like we’ve ever seen before. I’ve unloosed it, but not deliberately. It’s not a choice. It’s a punishment . . . for us for how we’ve treated the poor. For them for how they’ve murdered our people. We may both of us be destroyed before this is through. I cannot send you over there. I may as well just hang you from the gallows here.”

“You still don’t understand. You still don’t recognize me. But I shouldn’t be surprised. People are so easy to deceive.” “What do you mean?” Fitzroy asked. Each second was a gift now. Each painful breath. “What have you done to Cettie?” “You took her away from me, Brant. She was never yours. I brought her to the place where Mrs. Pullman sent me. She’s one of us now.”

“Christina,” he said. “So you recognize me at last,” she said, her tone playful. “All these years, Brant. All these years I’d hoped you would recognize me, despite my disguise.” “You haven’t always been Corinne,” Fitzroy said, shaking his head. “She’s younger.” “Which made her a more suitable victim,” the woman said. “I was her governess first. I went by Kathryn then. I helped

Her father isn’t that simpleton you found down below. He was a kishion who trained me in the poisoner school.”

Before a hetaera can assume her full power, there is one thing she must do. She must betray someone she loves.”