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At ten years old, the Heir of Jasad flees a massacre that takes her entire family.
At fifteen, she buries her first body.
At twenty, the clock is ticking on Sylvia's third attempt at home. Nizahl's armies have laid waste to Jasad and banned magic across the four remaining kingdoms. Fortunately, Sylvia's magic is as good at playing dead as she is.
When the Nizahl Heir tracks a group of Jasadis to Sylvia's village, the quiet life she's crafted unravels. Calculating and cold, Arin's tactical brilliance is surpassed only by his hatred for magic. When a mistake exposes Sylvia's magic, Arin offers her an compete as Nizahl's Champion in the Alcalah tournament and win immunity from persecution. In exchange, Arin will use her as bait to draw out the Jasadis he's hunting.
To win the deadly Alcalah, Sylvia must work with Arin to free her trapped magic, all while staying a step ahead of his efforts to uncover her identity. But as the two grow closer, Sylvia realizes winning her freedom as Nizahl's Champion means destroying any chance of reuniting Jasad under her banner. The scorched kingdom is rising again, and Sylvia will have to choose between the life she's earned and the one she left behind.
479 pages, Kindle Edition
First published July 18, 2023


⁀ ⊹ ₊ Shame is a dangerous feeling to manipulate. Pull at the string too many times, and it will eventually snap into apathy.
⁀ ⊹ ₊ I wanted to cut him open and compare our bones to understand why his gave him grace and mine gave me back pain.
⁀ ⊹ ₊ You want to be hunted?” A branch snapped somewhere below me. “Then I will gladly grant your wish."
⁀ ⊹ ₊ All your choices require sacrifice. The question is, what are you willing to lose?


"His will is strong. It always is, in the self-righteous.”
“But the will of the damned is even stronger.”
"When you choose who you are willing to fight for, you choose who you are."
She had the temperament of a deranged goose. Every interaction he’d shared with her had thoroughly convinced him he was not dealing with a stable woman.
“Arin is consumed by what he loves. If asked, he would get on his knees and let it kill him. He withholds his heart out of self-preservation."
The way he looks you at sometimes. Like you are a cliff with a fatal fall, and each day you move him closer to its edge.
Love was not submission. It was not testing how far I could bend before I broke. Love was Sefa’s hand finding mine in the dark to reassure herself of my presence. Love was Marek entering the kingdom of his nightmares to help me.