Kingdoms of Death (The Sun Eater, #4)

by Christopher Ruocchio

Only the past is written.

A man needs more. A man must have a people, must belong somewhere. To someone. A man must have a family, born, chosen, or made.

The world’s soft the way the ocean is. Ask any sailor what I mean. But even when it is at its most violent, Hadrian . . . focus on the beauty of it.