More on this book
Community
Kindle Notes & Highlights
Read between
December 7, 2024 - September 2, 2025
When you realise it was all for nothing, and it shatters your heart again, I will be waiting here, with our family – to remind you what you had, and what you decided was not enough.’
Lord Edrick had always had a weakness for mysteries.
What is the world, Dumai asked her, but a fleeting dream, from which we will all one day wake?
Do not condemn yourself to be as I am – tied to your own blood, and trapped.
Her own muscles were tight, her stomach baulking at the sight of a god lying dead.
This one burned from the inside. A hiss escaped her. Fire from the earth
devours the flesh and runs wild in the blood.
The tortured earth breathes hot, and burns as if with fever . . .
Only fallen night can stop it. She gripped the saddle. Only fallen night .
There is a foulness on the wind. The fire comes, but the star has not. The star that brought us to this world; the long-tailed light from the black waters of creation. I must protect the land I call home.
‘Such is politics.’ Marian shook her head. ‘A circle with no end. A game with no victors.’
She was still not used to Inysh towns – the noise and smells, the winding streets. In the South, settlements tended to be spread across more ground, allowing the buildings and people to breathe.
It will be a day of fallen night, when the heavens will part for a rain from on high. The wyrms will sink into a sleep, and storms will quench the embers.’
She sensed the Regency Council shifting, even those who had pushed for this match. Now they were faced with the royal couple, no one could deny the horrific absurdity of it.
Bring us the sum of all your dreams, so we may win the battle to come. The
He could no more convince Einlek to hide than he could tuck the midnight sun beneath the sea.
All she could imagine was the
She dared not reach for her mirror sister – her ladies would feel the chill on her skin.
You trust people, because you want to see the good in them. Even me, in spite of yourself.’
except she never wanted to stop looking at her. In this glow, she was painted in moonlight.
Wulf blinked away a sudden wash of memories. ‘Saint’s bones,’ Thrit said, voice fainter than its wont. ‘Wulf – I think that could be a dragon.’ And then, with
I am one of them, came a whisper in her mind.
As soon as she pulled him to safety, he crumpled into her, shaking all over, and slowly he opened his brown eyes. Tunuva stared into them, and he stared back. She had seen those eyes in mirrors for half a century. She had seen his face in a dream of bees.
I am of the star, and so is this – and so are you.
Wulf glimpsed a sweet and unexpected future, far away. Then he turned around and walked towards his past.

