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October 2 - October 4, 2025
He used to fear that a sekya was visiting him.” “A what?” He glanced at me. “It’s a creature that can be found in the Abyss and engages in a particular form of torture. They sit on your chest and steal your eather through your breath.”
I wanted to be his wife. His partner. His Queen. I wanted to be Nyktos’s Consort.
“I’ve never seen them that color, but all of the draken used to have blue eyes.”
“They turned that way after Kolis took the embers of life from my father,” he said. “It’s a sort of notam—a Primal bond between the draken and the true Primal of Life. It was severed when the embers were taken, and their eye color has stayed that way since there has been no true Primal of Life—no true Primal of Life who Ascended.”
“Only the Primal of Life can wield the kind of eather that can kill a nymph.” Nektas jerked his hood back. “It’s the same kind of power that can kill another Primal.”
“My father once told me that there was no other creature as loyal or protective as a wolf. Or spiritual. He saw them as he saw himself. As a guardian.”
“Hawks represent intelligence, strength, and courage. A reminder to be careful, but to also be brave.”
Dyses was nothing like Andreia had been. He wasn’t a Craven. So he had to be one of what Kolis had called his Revenants.
“Rise for the One who is born of Blood and Ash, the Light and the Fire, and the Brightest Moon,” he said, and my eyes cut to him as my breath caught. My title.
“And the blood and ash part?” “It is something the draken like to say,” he answered. “It has different meanings. Strength of the blood and bravery of the ash is one of them. Some believe it symbolizes balance and represents life and death.”
“I…I taste sweetness.” His brows pinched. “It reminds me of chocolate and strawberries.” “And you don’t know what that is?” “I don’t,” Ash said, frowning.
As is the Balfour family. Their name will be honored long after the great kingdoms fall.”
“It is a name, Fates willing, you may one day know.”
They called the diamond the Star.”
“But she cannot survive such an act.” Death always finds you. Holland’s voice whispered through my thoughts. By the hands of a god or a misinformed mortal. By Kolis himself, and even by Death.
“Perhaps there is a silver beast and a brightest moon. Two. Not one,” he rambled. “Two then one.”
“I never wanted to love. Not until you, liessa.”
Poor King Lamont had no idea that Eythos had answered his ancestor, so he spoke openly and freely with His Majesty. Asked for—no, demanded—that another deal be made, one that freed his newly born daughter from any obligations promised during the original deal.”
“No. I speak of the prophecy. The last dreamt by the Ancients. A promise only known by a few. Dared to be spoken of by even fewer.”
“And only repeated by the descendant of the Gods of Divination,” he said. Penellaphe. He spoke of her. “And by the last oracle to be born.”
“Prophecies often come in threes. Each part seemingly unrelated until they’re all pieced together.”
“‘For the one born of the blood and the ash, the bearer of two crowns, and the bringer of life to mortal, god, and draken. A silver beast with blood seeping from its jaws of fire, bathed in the flames of the brightest moon to ever be birthed, will become one,’”
“Blood. The strength of life. Ash. The bravery of death. Life and Death, if taken literally.”
“‘And the great powers will stumble and fall, some all at once, and they will fall through the fires into a void of nothing. Those left standing will tremble as they kneel, will weaken as they become small, as they become forgotten. For finally, the Primal rises, the giver of blood and the bringer of bone, the Primal of Blood and Ash.’”
