THE ORACLES ARE BROKEN. RETURN THE SHARDS.

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The rip will open, dark and deep, but not for he who waits his reap —

It will take the girl the world forgot; for the prophecy a King miswrought.

“IF THE GODS MUST ANSWER TO ANOTHER, THEN THEY ARE NOT GODS AT ALL.”

“Once, Iris hadn’t wanted a baby. Or a crown. Didn’t want the spilled blood of a continent baked beneath her fingernails. But shackling herself to a faerie king had seemed like a fair price to escape the Fracture.”