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852 pages, Kindle Edition
First published May 23, 2024
Hope was a persistent caprice, an insane ferocity that defied the ruled stasis of logic.
Fractured rainbows flared off solid objects, while his perception of sound shimmered into distortion that rang in his ears like brass chimes.
The sun's glint off the herringbone patterns of flattened stems wore ruffled foam at the high-water mark.
“Love does not breathe or survive without risk. Freedom's nature is wild, else it withers, extinguished. Your prince cannot be smothered in shielded protection. He must grapple his doom without interference. Triumph or tragedy, no safe-guard exists. Only the bitter wisdom of courage, brandished like a torch in the night.”
“Success demands what the heart knows already. You must stay the hard course. Perception confirms the forked path of your dread. No second alternative exists to be found. Act with the needful courage to break things, and forge your fate without surety. Or else abandon the effort untried.”
‘Give me torture and loss, give me death, before I become the instrument that seals your utter destruction.’
Not all men rose to the calling of fate. Some threads snapped under load. If one flawed vessel failed in the flesh, must the whole cloth tear asunder? Did the stumble to ruin destroy the future for all generations?
“Of the volatile pair, right now I'd suggest [REDACTED] is the more stable spirit.”
Unmoved, Sethvir deferred the bricked impasse by peering into the tea mug cradled in his lap. His jaundiced survey dissected the dregs, as if the kaleidoscope patterns of augury mapped impending destiny in the tepid sediment.
“Demolishing a frocked batch of dullard priests wasn't the murderous fun topping my list.”
Darak side-eyed the offering with offence. “That's a damned talisman wrought for a cat!”
Elaira interrupted. “Before you run on, I have a significant line of inquiry.”