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Once there were two sisters born with a bond so strong that it forged them together forever. When they were angry, mirrors shattered, and when they were happy, flowers bloomed. It was a magic they cherished-until the day a terrible accident took Essie's life and trapped her soul in this world.
Dax-the heir to Firgaard's throne-was responsible for the accident. Roa swore to hate him forever. But eight years later he returned, begging for her help. He was determined to dethrone his cruel father, under whose oppressive reign Roa's people had suffered. Roa made him a deal: she'd give him the army he needed if he made her queen.
Together with Dax and his sister, Asha, Roa and her people waged war and deposed a tyrant. But now Asha is on the run, hiding from the price on her head. And Roa is an outlander queen, far from home and married to her enemy. Worst of all: Dax's promises go unfulfilled. Roa's people continue to suffer.
Then a chance to right every wrong arises-an opportunity for Roa to rid herself of this enemy king and rescue her beloved sister. During the Reliquishing, when the spirits of the dead are said to return, Roa can reclaim her sister for good.
All she has to do is kill the king.
401 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 25, 2018
Her sister said it would take a year to raise an army, bring down a tyrant, and marry a king.
Roa had done it in just three months.
The king and queen watched each other for a stretched-out-moment as the sun sank lower in the sky. Like two opponents across a gods and monsters board, both awaiting the other’s move.
The sky was a smear of orange and pink as she looked across to the king's quarters, where Dax sat on the flat marble surface of his balcony's semicircular balustrade, his shoulders pressed against the wall, facing her rooms. As Roa's gaze met his, he raised the goblet in his hand in greeting.
Once there was a girl who loved the sky almost as much as she loved her sister.









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Do you think I have tolerance for special snowflakes who cheat on their husbands and think of themselves as righteous?
Fuck, no!
Meet Roa, she the fucking martyr who would sacrifice anything to bring her dead sister back. It's okay to kill a person who actually was only indirectly guilty of your sister's death. He did not kill her. Your sister jumped to save his life and fell to her death.
IT WAS HER CHOICE TO SAVE HIM.
Am I interested in her self-righteous complains that she is oh-so-unhappy her husband is such a useless prick? Wait a minute, haven't you helped him to get the throne and swore to be his loyal queen? Why the fuck would you conspire with your enemies to kill your only ally?
Oh, and it's not the worst of it! Didn't you sleep with the bully who called you a slut in your face when you were a child? You martyred yourself to him because you felt guilty for leaving him behind? What the fuck do you owe that prick to feel guilty about? Why prostitute yourself to a man, you didn't even like having sex with?! Is this suppose to make you more independent? Surely more stupid!
And then you let your ex-bully-lover talk you into killing your husband and putting you on a throne instead because fucking asshole wants for YOU TO RULE ALONE. What the fuck!
Have you heard of a word communication? It's when you don't pour tons of shit of contempt on your husband but talk to him as a human being? No?
The Kingdom is doomed. The Queen is the first class bitch. And I am out of that shit!


The moment I realize what your favorite piece is, she becomes your weakness.

"Was sind denn Seelen anderes", raunt sie, "als Sterne, die darauf warten, geboren zu werden.
