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457 pages, Kindle Edition
Published November 1, 2024
He had been pushing her away for a reason. She was one of the Emperor’s poisoned gifts. The sweetest and most beguiling poison, a poison so seductive that it was almost enough to make him forget all the hard lessons he had learned and just gulp it down. Let it happen, whatever it was. Give up. Give in. Drown. The sweetness would be worth it.
“In the Greater Court of the Imperial Palace in Starfall, Remin knelt at the Divine Emperor’s throne and prepared to be knighted. Or killed.”
The stars in the vault of heaven looked down upon them, each one offering its own gate to paradise, reached only through great struggle and suffering.
Remin knew how to dance, even if his long-ago dancing master had once witheringly described it as what one might expect to see if a fireplace poker decided to promenade through a ballroom.
Purpose was the gift of imperfection. The divine world was perfect, flawlessly ordered, but in a perfect world there was no purpose, no reason to learn, to work, to grow. There might be debts owed in an imperfect world, but they could be paid. An imperfect world was a work in progress. An imperfect world could be changed. *She* could change it, if she was brave.
His men called him Remin Grimjaw, impervious to pain. At seventeen, he had already survived five years of war, starvation, arrows, blades, poisoning, multiple attempted assassinations and two severe battlefield injuries only to grow almost insolently enormous, as if he thrived on mortal peril.
When Miche had something on his mind, nothing could shut him up. Remin could have threatened him at spearpoint and he would have cheerfully impaled himself and delivered his remarks with his dying breath.
“Came in asking for bloody carrots every morning, I was hearing ‘Master Wen, Master Wen’ in me dreams. And then one day she says, ‘Master Wen, would it be easier to keep the apples and carrots here by the door? I don’t like to trouble you. For Master Eugene.’ ” Wen produced a credible impression of the princess’s shy, start-and-stop speech pattern, though the batting eyelashes were a little over the top.