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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

"Good job letting the bishop die."

Those were the first words Titus Brightwell spoke to his sister a month after they'd last seen each other.

Lynn would never claim to have a close relationship with her brother—chiefly thanks to the competitive, perfectionist nature with which their parents had raised them—but the siblings had always maintained some kind of courtesy as adults. Call it a begrudging respect for the other—one sibling that had followed the path of the cloth to wield considerable power as Bishop of North Sidralis; the other, sacrificing her very flesh to be reforged as a living weapon of the Flame.

Yet now, there was nothing but cold disdain in Titus' eyes.

Her older brother leaned against the far side of the room, glaring at everyone, his aura crackling with an anger that had nothing to do with the Angel.

ascension.