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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

Lynn swallowed past the lump in her throat.

She had lived with the heavy burden of her family's secret for years now, ever since her uncle had taken her to the summit of the Heavenshard Mountains. Ever since she'd connected with the Angel of the Flame and refused Their calling to accept the Throne of Sidralis.

Instead, she had sworn to protect the Throne—to guard it with her body. Even death had not released her from that oath, dragging her back to the world of the living even after the future-borne Damian Roswald had slit her throat.

All that pain and blood, all to protect a lie.

—To be complicit in a falsehood perpetuated for three generations of kings.

"I wish I could be surprised," Lynn sighed, "but I'm only disappointed. I should've known that Titus would act like this. He's always been a bully and a brute, and now, all of Sidralis might pay for his arrogance."

Vivi said nothing, but her grip tightened on Lynn's leg.

a flame in our hearts.