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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

<p>Damian's breath fogged before him as he walked down the stone-hewn corridor, his footsteps reverberating in a heart-beat echo that mimicked his own thumping pulse. Flame-blessed lanterns hung from the pillars, small Cinders flittering in glass cages like butterflies imbued with the souls of the departed.</p>

<p>On either side of the aisle, marble coffins were placed to rest, their lids bearing intricate designs and engravings. Closer to the entrance of the underground mausoleum were minor nobles and lesser lords, granted a place in the halls of the royal family due to some or other contribution in their lives. Warriors and soldiers who had stood against Sidralis' enemies were also venerated here, placed alongside their forebears who had spilled blood to forge the kingdom out of the Starfall's chaos.</p>

where the living dare not tread.