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656 pages, Kindle Edition
First published September 29, 2020

“A sea of color stretched ahead—an elaborate garden filled with manicured trees, mosaicked pots, and flowers of all kinds.”
“Marble busts lined the walls, stained glass windows cast rainbows along the floor, and vaulted ceilings loomed high overhead, rendering them mere specks amid the majesty.”
“Purple ribbons wrapped the staircase bannisters, and ornamental gold stars hung from the ceiling. […] this year the opulence was off-putting.”
“We’ll bring it to a vote,” Brontes said.
“This is not a democracy,” Leila snapped.
“[…] I’ve told you at length that come My twentieth birthday, I will be severing whatever it is that binds us together,” Leila said.
“Your Holiness, the law states we are to serve You indefinitely.”
“The law you yourselves have written. How convenient.”
“You don’t believe it,” She said. “That I heal the land.”
The other Senators looked to Brontes, who remained aloof. “Your magic tricks are charming,” he said. “But the land has been fertile for centuries.”“[…] I keep the land fruitful. I turn the realm green. My light does that, as did the light of every Savior before Me. Or have you forgotten where we came from? Thessen was a wasteland.”
The Artist. Age: 21. Hair: brown. Eyes: black. She faltered. Black?
“She took in his carved form, his bronze skin fading a shade or two at his waistline.
His cock.
A gasp swelled in Her throat. It was staring right at Her. Long, smooth.
Spectacular.”
“She grabbed his waistband, ready to set him free, to unleash his beast, to behold his cock for the first time.”

“Brontes,” Delphi said. “And the shitstorm he’s about to usher in.”
“Tobias, I’m trying to bless you.”
“And I’m trying to kiss You. We can multitask.”
“Tobias [...]That’s what your name means. Goodness.”
“And what does Leila mean?”
She tensed. “Darkness.”
