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“You can bring back everyone you’ve lost. It will only cost your sanity.”

The king is dead, murdered by an interloper from the future—a manic copy of his own son, hellbent on forcibly reversing a disastrous timeline. The true Damian Roswald—a hedonistic crown prince bereft of magical talent—finds his comfortable life upended by his father’s murder and assassins from his own future.

“There are none left who can judge us, so we must be our own executioner. That is the cursed fate of those few named Damian Roswald.” 

With politicians plotting his demise, his royal cousins scheming for the empty throne, and warring churches tearing the grieving city apart, Damian must accept the tragedy of his countless futures—or else, find himself doomed to repeat them. But can a mere mortal decide their own fate in a world governed by almighty angels? 

“Find me, Damian Roswald. And I’ll tell you why the stars fell.”

For three centuries, even the wisest men have accepted that the night sky was once populated by ‘stars’—until a terrible calamity plunged mankind into a Dark Age. From the darkness, the Roswalds rose to power, but few know that the first crown was forged with the blood of a slaughtered god…

Damian must endure countless tragedies and the consequences of his own future actions to reach the peace he desires—but could the true threat be hiding not in his future, but in his own distant past?

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A Thread of Broken Fate

Damian woke before dawn, cold sweat running across his brow.

He stared at the ceiling for a while, the nightmare gradually slipping from his memory. His mind turned over the events of last night, Astrid's tearful face swimming before his eyes.

She fears her brother. I always knew that, but when did things get so bad? What's happened to make her so afraid? And would marriage save her—or only give the duke what he desires?

With his complicated thoughts filling his head, Damian swung his legs out of bed.

It was bitterly cold in Lombrass, especially with Firelight—the coldest and darkest night of the year—so close at hand. But this morning, with his mind clouded and sweat clinging to his back, the chill was welcome. In fact, he wanted something even more refreshing—and a chance to clear his mind.

the secrets we (bear).