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504 pages, Kindle Edition
Expected publication September 23, 2025
❝ We’re going to die in this armor, Mare had told her, gripping her hand, slippery with blood. We’re going to die under Scaelas’s banner, and for what? For what they did to Locke. ❞
❝ Power in bravery. ❞
❝ You matter more than your power. I beg you to keep that in mind. ❞
❝ It’s not magic when I have it. It takes you to make it into something. ❞
❝ They’d known each other so long, grown into each other like roots of neighboring trees rather than neighboring children until Kier was so intrinsically tied with her understanding of magic that she sometimes had trouble separating the two. ❞
❝ You are a vision, even with blood clots in your hair. But I don’t know if all would share my depraved tastes. ❞
❝ Take my freedom, Grey. Everything I have is yours. Everything I am is yours. Take my freedom, and keep your power, and keep my life. If you are here, I want to live. Even if it requires haunting this godforsaken rock for the rest of my life, never being more than an hour’s walk from you at any time – because, honestly, that’s how we would be anyways. ❞
❝ But being afraid is better than being hopeless. ❞
"I expected a lot of things from this marriage, but not love. It's Isaak's fault for loving me first and I am a fool because I have allowed it. The fact that it has found me, weakened me, makes me incandescently angry. I think of him, always, and nothing could enrage me more."
‘Do you trust me?’ Kier asked.
‘Eternally,’ she said.
My love is yours, as that which beats within my heart is yours, and that which powers the fabric of the world is yours through mine own hand. Take from me, that I may be thine.
—Binding ritual recovered from Locke, author unknown, date unknown
❝ A well without a mage is nothing. ❞
˖᯽ ݁˖ ❝ Losing you, living without you would be a fate worse than death. ❞
❝ That was the problem with feeling someone else’s emotions, even someone as close to her as Kier: there was not always a direct translation from his heart to hers. ❞ ༄
⌗ ❝ What is love, without freedom? ❞
❝ What is life, without you? ❞ ⟢
⌗ ❝ Liking them, caring about them–it was a vulnerability she could not afford. ❞ ⟢
❝ Give me a new task. Reassign me,’ Eron was saying. ‘I can’t cook for you. ❞ ⟡
⋆˙⟡ ❝ It’s yours, Gremaryse Locke, High Lady of the Isle and keeper of my heart, just as I am yours. Take it. Take it all. ❞
Thank you for your ruthlessness, Grey. It is its own kind of safety.
Maybe this was how he’d always been, a delicate ballet of stolen touches that she’d written off as his insistent grease-fire need for affection.
It was just … it was just, he was the same as always, her favorite person, her beloved person, and she could not fathom that he felt any fraction for her of what she felt for him, no matter how much he insisted he did.
‘I adore you,’ he said, all in a rush. ‘No–no. Listen. I … I’m in love with you. I’ve been in love with you for years, maybe forever. Sometimes it’s all I can think about, and I can’t breathe because it’s so heavy on my chest that I … I might be holding it alone, the only thing about you I can’t be certain of. It’s agony, Grey, the not knowing.’