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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

"I thought you'd be more surprised."

Blackbriar's assessment was an honest one, Damian had to admit. The Crown Prince reached forward and downed his now-cold tea in a single gulp, finding his throat suddenly parched.

He sighed and ran a hand through his messy hair.

"I've recently come to understand that I might be something of an asshole, at least where my past lives are concerned."

Damian's droll comment rolled off his tongue without much thought. He massaged his temples, struggling to process the full gravity of what Blackbriar's pronouncement meant. The most pressing question of all, of course, was—

"—Why would I kill my own father?"

Damian looked at Tia, then across at Blackbriar, searching for an answer to that impossible question.

It just doesn't make any sense.

sins of (our) future.