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400 pages, Hardcover
Expected publication April 7, 2026
scents of tobacco and hearth and of bergamot someone was wearing poorly.
You need these people, she calmed herself. If no one else.
“We’ll prepare the final report for the generals by arrival tomorrow.”
Night had fully descended, and all was dark but what the moon graced.
But what else is there ever to do at sea but callous your hands and trade make-believe?
The Bear King stood in immortal silence,
Roughly half of [the nation] hated the throne, but was just too depleted to fight about it anymore.
The present military force was by default deputized into the Qorrea’s protection,
allowing her mind to wander to the soft, wet mischief to be made in the nooks and crannies of the late Bear King’s ship, should she ever catch his daughter in the proper mood.
“We know her future is coming fast. And she is loved with us.”
And the truth of anything was that any word spoken by anyone had the potential to be a lie.
They shielded the palace atop the cliffs from naval attack and marked minutes to the city’s docks.
“I’m fine. Not thrilled to get back to the Rock of course, but…” She shrugged, which was its own end to the sentence.
Nova’s dark brown eyes warmed like amber in the sunlight as she inspected Yemi for lies.
Most of the people had at some point earned their livelihoods from these waters.
the blinding, impossible shine of his spear
Nova, who was giving her a yikes look
The palace itself was a sprawling compound in the shape of interlocking squares built from pale stone, adorned with ornate porticos and laced with intricate gardens that told the story of bored royals with green thumbs going back centuries. In the summer, the stone became highly reflective as it warmed, making it seem like the walls were made of forest.
“What do you think is the slowest we’ve ever walked?”
“Does standing still count?”
The Qorrea has apparently returned with the rest of Her Majesty’s navy from an exercise we’ve been told was “exploratory of the roots of our famished seas.” Good news, you think, Max?
“I’m ridiculous?” Van nearly shrieked.
“You’d be…amicable to a dissolution of the monarchy?” [random stuff here]
“If you tell someone they’re a god from birth, indoctrinate them, steep them in that reality, give them immeasurable power and influence, and then suddenly tell them they’re not because you’ve changed your mind, thereby fucking up their entire reality, how well do you expect that should go?”