But the Fire does not come free.
Now, pursued by assassins who wear the faces of old allies, Kaelen must make a choice: the fiery scion
Each time she unleashes her inheritance, it feeds on her memories, her softness, her humanity. The more she burns her enemies, the more she forgets why she hated them. The more she protects the innocent, the closer she comes to becoming the very catastrophe her family once swore to contain. But the Fire does not come free
In the smoldering shadows of a fallen dynasty, where ash rains like winter snow and the air tastes of copper and regret, there walks an heir forged not of gold or steel—but of flame. it feeds on her memories