Their names pass through my mind. Ersa…. Chloris… Kathika… Isleen… I say a promise to each of them, their faces seemingly fading from my memory.  "I will avenge you… I will live," I whisper into the air....

Sometimes the monsters are within us… The scent of burning flesh is more memorable than the ear-piercing screams that echo off the walls of The City–but both are etched in the minds of the innocent citizens...

Shadow is unaccustomed to life at court. Everything around her feels foreign—the Palace, the people, the fragile sense of security and peace. Eirho. Even her true name, the one that echoes through the...