Felitïa has partially broken through her block, but now finds herself flooded with powers she can’t yet control. Although she has guidance from Mikranasta, it is going to take time to learn that control—time she might not have. As prophesied in The Foretellings...
It is raining. The stone walls are slick from it. It washes away everything but the wreaths of fire that enshroud the parapets. The moat swells and rises to swallow a gasp and the last whisper. Poison-purple smoke pours out the doors of a grand temple and...