For fans of The Priory of the Orange Tree and She Who Became the Sun — a lush, grief-stricken fantasy where dragons remember everything, and love may be the world’s undoing.
Eymir Solis is a Reader, trained to witness the past—not shape the future. But when the dreams begin, dark and relentless, she finds herself tangled in a legacy older and more dangerous than anything in her books.
Her lover is in Ainm. Her allies are dead or dying. And the visions won’t stop.
As dragons stir and faith begins to crumble, Eymir must choose what she’s willing to sacrifice to stop the world’s unraveling—before her choice becomes its undoing.
Grief carves the path. Love sharpens the blade. And some stories were never meant to be read.
"most of the tiny wooden houses turned out to be ruins. bits and pieces of what used to be homes. bones of what used to be a body. they were riding into the corpse of a village, its flesh already eaten up by the God of Time. death had already been here, and it'd been famished."
"i keep holding you, because what else is left to hold ?"
oh how deeply i am going to miss this book. i'm so jealous of anyone that has yet to discover it, to befriend it, to feel it. the writing is so beautiful it just hurts. the characters effortlessly set up home in my heart. i'm truly at a loss of words, just trust me and read it.