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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

Tia would have loved to be shocked at her father's audacity, but unfortunately, the man had already set a pretty low bar when it came to the "world's best dad" rankings.

"'Glad to see you survived the trap I set for you, daughter. Good job holding your own against one of the worst Directors on the High Table. Happy to you see alive and well.'"

She fired off those sarcastic barbs as she planted one hand on her hip and glared at her father. She huffed through her nose and shook her head, stray bits of greasy blonde hair falling over her eyes.

Morgan Blackbriar grimaced—perhaps the most emotion he'd shown her in a while—and clucked his tongue, like a disapproving mother hen.

"And here I'd hoped you had grown out of your rebellious teenage phase."

"Says the man who was never there for my teenage phase."

all a parent wants.