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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 to blood in his mouth.

He blinked slowly, his head wracked by lancing pains. His throat was parched and his lips were cracked and split. Coagulated blood covered his face, and his nose was dislocated entirely, forcing him to breathe through his mouth.

The ground was cold and made of stone, covered with a thin layer of urine-soaked hay. Slowly, he pushed himself upright, noting that his wrists and ankles were no longer bound. His jacket had been taken away, but the Rosa Regalia still rested on his finger—

Damian stared at the ring in disbelief, the strange dream he'd had floating to the forefront of his mind. The square-cut ruby was cracked perfectly in half, and the ancient Cinder inside had burned out, leaving nothing behind.

The Regalia protected me from the Deep… From whatever Nicholas was trying to do.

a common enemy.