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OverviewI was raised in the dark, sharpened into a weapon, and sent into the mortal world to secure my coven's future. The Southern Kingdom holds secrets, and I will uncover them. But it holds my past-Cage, the man who slaughtered my mother, now stands as the King's most trusted mage. Stronger. Colder. Alive. She was supposed to be dead. A ghost from an old life. But Millicent walks these halls, her power coiled like a snake beneath her skin. She is everything I was warned about-ruthless, dangerous, a disciple of a monster. Yet the North stirs. Something ancient is waking in its shadows. The land rots beneath their touch, the dead do not stay buried. Whispers of unnatural creatures and the undead spread like wildfire. Whatever they are building, it is beyond magic-it is beyond war. We are enemies. But something darker stirs beneath our feet, a threat neither of us can face alone. The past is a noose tightening around us, dragging old truths to the surface. I should kill him. I should destroy her. But if we do, we may not survive. The North is coming. Full Product DetailsAuthor: Cassandra DaltonPublisher: Cassandra Dalton Imprint: Cassandra Dalton Volume: 1 Dimensions: Width: 15.20cm , Height: 2.40cm , Length: 22.90cm Weight: 0.626kg ISBN: 9798999262608Pages: 472 Publication Date: 08 August 2025 Audience: General/trade , General Format: Paperback Publisher's Status: Active Availability: Available To Order We have confirmation that this item is in stock with the supplier. It will be ordered in for you and dispatched immediately. Table of ContentsReviews""I've read that some animals must consume rocks to digest their food. Bearing that weight is what allows them to survive. Pain has become my stones. I consume it in gluttonous amounts to help me stomach this world from the ache it brings, to let me survive."" ""I could be the most devoted worshiper,"" he murmurs, ""to something so divine."" His voice is like a hymn, low and reverent. ""Maybe I'll be condemned."" He grins devilishly. ""Maybe I already am."" ""I've had enough. I rip the record from the turntable and hurl it across the room. It shatters against the wall, pieces raining down, and the voice finally stops. I gasp, trying to steady the breath I was holding the entire time. So much of my mother's memory is tainted. I will not allow this song to become one of them. Then. A whisper, low and rotten, coils against my ear ""Be afraid."" The door slams shut behind me. A lock clicks into place. The fire dies, plunging me into darkness."" Author InformationTab Content 6Author Website:Countries AvailableAll regions |
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