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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

"So this is the cost of Their cooperation?"

Cardinal stared up at the imposing cathedral and admired the intricate carvings in the stonework. The eponymous Cathedral in Rosweiss paled in comparison to the true seat of the Holy Order's power. Nestled at the very bottom of the Heavenshard Pass, the Kiln was carved into the sheer cliff face—a testament to religious fervor and mankind's ingenuity. The stone in the Heavenshard was unyielding even to modern technology, let alone the primitive skills of those three centuries past.

The perfect place to imprison an Angel.

Cardinal's eyes traveled over the looming mountain range, picking out the narrow ledge chiseled into the tops of the cliffs. Somewhere at the very peak of the Heavenshard, an altar to the Flame led into the depths of the mountains—where a heavenly being of unknowable power remained chained to this very day.

why the stars fell (part 1: burn the book).