I am sorry to inform you that while one will prevail, the other must perish.
Twin mercenaries Niles and Cassia find their bond strained as every bounty drives Niles deeper into his darkness and Cas toward her faith; until cryptic letters found on a would-be assassin force them to choose what they hold onto.
Ciceria’s Prince Marcellus is not himself—whether he knows it or not. A race against the demon of time and stolen memories will determine if he loses himself completely.
As each searches the mounting bodies for answers, they find their connection to each other in Ciceria’s lore—and its lies.
Marcellus dreamt of pairs. Two boys facing each other, made of the blue wisps of memory. Twin jewels he’d inherit once he succeeded his father to the throne. A set of pulsing orbs of light, one glowing blood-red like the moon at the Pyrian Festival. The crimson orb streaked towards him, into him, and he jolted awake with a gasp like surfacing from the sea.
Pushing back from his desk, he glanced around with hazy eyes. Through his window, the sun barely dipped behind the trees separating the Palace grounds from the masaya that stretched for miles. His masaya, he reminded himself.
Marcellus sighed and stared down at the aged book he’d used as a pillow. Please, he begged the demon that stole memories and time, just give me today to figure this out. He’d only read a few lines—a Divine mistake, a disintegrating Veil—before someone knocked at the door.
He stuffed the tome into the bottom desk drawer and locked it. “Yes.”
A messenger stepped into the room and extended a solitary envelope bearing the Novaen seal.“Daily correspondence, Masaden Marcellus. The letter you asked to be delivered directly to you.”