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384 pages, Paperback
Published October 7, 2022
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She had dreamt of the strangest things, of monsters and magick, of ancient ruins and heads on spikes.
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“Perhaps it is not our darkness that define who we are, but how we choose to rise from the ashes of our wreckage.”
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When she began to stir the following morning, she felt herself being pressed firmly from all sides. Sluggish, Mara peeled an eye open to look around. During the night, the four warriors had moved in around her. El lay cuddled into her side, her arm wrapped around Kain whose head lay in the crook of El’s shoulder. Milios lay above Mara, the tops of their heads touching each other. That left only one person.
Mara’s breath caught in her throat as she looked down her body. He lay with his head on her stomach, eyes closed, scarred face tilted up in her direction. Cyfrin.
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Is there not a single Odelian who is not near perfection? 😮💨
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How could everything about his imposing figure be so impossibly perfect?! she raged to herself.
The image of his back standing resolutely between her and danger, shoulders squared and head high, was all but burned into her brain.
Cyfrin cocked his head, smirking. “It’s impolite to stare,” he said, and Mara glowered at him in response.
“You’re staring again, Mara.” His voice was soft and deep, the words passing across his cat-like smirk.
Mara blinked up at it, a flutter starting in her stomach. Mara. Has my name ever sounded so beautiful? Her pulse was singing in her ears, mixing in strange ways with the deep wine. She giggled at the feeling, and the giggle became a full-blown laugh.
Cyfrin’s smirk fell from his face as he stared at her smile with an odd expression—something near hunger.
The searching intensity behind Cyfrin’s stare made her feel stripped bare. In that moment, she felt she would’ve given him anything he asked. Anything. She could not look away—she didn’t want to. When would she ever get the chance to be this close to something so beautiful ever again?
"Perhaps it is not our darkness that define who we are, but how we choose to rise from the ashes of our wreckage."








“If spilling my blood will help to mend your broken heart, then I happily give you my blessing to do so. But I can tell you from experience, it will not.”
“If that is your desire, princess. I am duty bound to ensure you have it.”
“Perhaps it is not our darkness that define who we are, but how we choose to rise from the ashes of our wreckage.”
“Must everything be so sarcastic with you, Lightcleaver? You’re far too handsome to be this irritating.”
“Cyfrin had never seen something so absolute in its beauty”
To cut this short here are some random thoughts:
⁜ The found family vibes were everything to me
⁜ This cover as well as the official character art is just gorgeous
⁜ The D&D vibes were real and I'm living for it
⁜ The magic system and general lore of the world are everything
⁜ Mara (the h) made one of the best character comebacks imo/ great character development
⁜ Cyfrin is MY man.
⁜ This had some of the best side characters ever istg
“Feel free to change into those leathers.” he (Cyfrin) sat down next to Kain. “We promise not to look.”
“We do?” Kain joked.
El, still lying with her eyes closed, kicked Kain in the back, hard. He yelped when her heel made direct contact with his spine.
Meanwhile, Milios is like: 👁👄👁
“Tell me, princess. If I gave you a blade to arm yourself, would you not use it to gut me and my friends without hesitation?” He bent forward a fraction, leveling himself with her murderous stare. “Be honest, now.”
Mara clenched her fists at her sides, her teeth gritting. I would run you through the second my hand met the hilt, cocky bastard, she thought.
your technique, years outdated. A reflection of your teacher, not your talent. But with the right guidance…” He shrugged. “I think you could have real promise, your highness.”
Mara was flabbergasted that so much of her training seemed to pale in comparison to the Odelian warrior’s basics.
But the final and most difficult challenge is the trial aboard Drake’s ship, the Red Froth. The strongest Hopefuls board with him, and they depart on the Brisenbane for an entire month away.” He grimaced, all four of them gazing across the water with strained expressions. “Some don’t make it back alive. The ones who do, Zenoths rest our aching hearts, get to join Caerani’s ranks.”
Cyfrin reached out to Mara. She took his hand without hesitation.
“This is not forever. You’ll be back to the great vastness of our journey again in no time.” Cyfrin said, in a soft tone that made Mara’s face feel warm.
She stared up at it, awestruck. He had bloody cuts across his face and neck, the picture of a warrior in battle. His glowing eyes dropped down to her.
It was reassuring having him there, and she cursed herself for thinking it.
For a moment, she was wildly tempted to scream through his hand regardless, to show him she wasn’t a woman to be commanded.
Lady Lenorei had treated her with any kindness when her uncle wasn't looking. Though she never showed it and pretended to be unbothered by what they all thought of her
“Follow Kain and El into the wood. Milios and I will handle this.”
“He said…he said it didn’t matter how I was brought back. He said my uncle didn’t care, that he thought I was an enemy to our crown, that he had ordered…”
What if, by some final blow of my own sour luck, uncle really did issue that order? What if he truly believes me to be a traitor to the crown? Is Delinval still my home then?
They hated her reckless tongue, and forward thinking. Her prowess with a sword was nothing but a shameful mark on her family name, and her foolhardy dreams of adventure were a point of great mockery to the nobles.
“All our words will be twisted at once by your hatred. You’ll need to see it for yourself.”
it was a trick, magick made to fool her. It had to be.
“You. How dare you? What sort of game are you people playing at, trying to convince me that I’m one of you? What is there to gain from this?!”
I would expect nothing less than iron will from the daughter of Alora.
“Why did my uncle… Why did Grathiel send his men to retrieve me? If I am not of his blood, if he kept me merely as a prisoner or a pet, then why did he try so hard to get me back?”
“Caerani’s guess is that he views you as his property. Property that we’ve stolen from him. Drake thinks it’s just because he’s a greedy bastard.”
“That’s the Grand Halls. It’s hosted every Odelian royal to ever walk these lands, plus their court.”
"Empty now then, isn’t it"
“I drank myself into nothingness, I shoved away everyone I’ve ever cared about, I hurt anyone who tried to help. I wasn’t deserving of any of them.”
“There are things expected of you, Mara. Of every person privileged enough to wear a crown. And it is seldom easy to do what we must. You know this.”
“Your mother loved her people and honored her duty as their Queen. She would do anything for them. For you.”
"Your grandfather was a drunkard, your father was a Champion for our enemies, and your mother, ha! Your mother was nothing but a cosmic failure. Their inability to use their power to rule over these lands led us to our ruin."
Caerani looked thoughtful. “I’m not sure we have an exactly quite yet. We have an end game, but the getting there is still fuzzy.”
“Perhaps it is not our darkness that define who we are, but how we choose to rise from the ashes of our wreckage.”