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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

Tendrils of darkness crawled along the walls, writhing about like many-legged insects.

The Apostles who should have been standing guard outside the room were absent. The hallway to the right—which would take Damian and Astrid to the servant's corridor and out of the manor—was completely blocked by a thick, pulsating wall of shadow.

Damian eyed the wall suspiciously.

"I've never seen the Deep act like this before."

"It's my f-father," Astrid whispered, her voice faltering. "Firelight has only m-made him stronger. He's…leading us to him."

Damian's reply died on his lips. He gripped the makeshift wooden spear tighter, wondering how much use it would be against anything that spawned during Firelight.

We just need to escape and rendezvous with Lynn and the Order. We need Flame Blessings, and soon.

a lion’s hunger [coda fatalis] (1)