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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

Hunter's Lane loomed before them—the demarcation between Tenebrae and the rest of Rosweiss city.

Damian wasn't foolish enough to meet Morgan Blackbriar without telling anyone. He'd discussed the letter's contents—brief as they were—with Leon, and although the royal spymaster didn't entirely support the idea, he still permitted Damian to go. Albeit, the Crown Prince was to be shadowed by a handful of elite Flameguard—what few remained after the battle in Lombrass, anyway.

The soldiers would remain on the Rosweiss side of Hunter's Lane to prevent spooking Blackbriar—but at the slightest tremor in the Deep, they would come to secure Damian and Tia.

"I wish Lynn could have come with us," Tia said quietly, as they stepped out of the chauffeured car. "I'm worried about her going after the Sixth Seat…"

led by a shadow into the shade.