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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

—The Angel dreamed of Lynn Brightwell.

On the collapsing borderline between waking and sleeping, the Heavenly Being perceived the world around Them as splashes of black and red inhaled through the vessel of Their soul. The wide gamut of human emotions—love, and sorrow, and terror, and anger, and joy—filtered through the Angel's consciousness as They drifted like a boat down a gentle stream.

Such was the border between the planes of Heaven and Earth, and such had been Their existence for some centuries now. Their imprisonment far beneath the bowels of the great mountains had lasted mere seconds; yet eons at the same time.

For an immortal being, the concept of 'time' could not be rationally conceived any more than an average human could conceive traveling vast distances by steamship. Perhaps simplified by diagrams on a map, that human would understand their travel; but in the act thereof, they remained blissfully ignorant.

heart of the flame.