Vigil Storm, Book 9 of the Demon in Exile saga, is slated for release in June 2022. It is the series finale.

Excerpt: The Black Prince

We continued our trip south through the Akio Valley. The bridge over the south fork of the river had been rebuilt, giving us an easy crossing. Nearby, the charred ruins of South Fort remained as they were, a monument to the bravery of its garrison and the sacrifice they’d made during the so-called War of the Wind Catcher. It had been a short and brutal affair for all.
The town of Lonett had been abandoned. The pole barn, once a riverside warehouse, remained untouched. A brown patch of blood still stained its dirt floor.
I searched the shadows and scanned the loft, hoping for a familiar presence. I called Ram’s name and found myself screaming at the rafters in frustration. Why wasn’t he here? The colonel had pointed south.
“Ara, there’s no one here.” Rifter had been sent in to collect me.
“You’re here,” I said.
The first time I met Rifter, he’d been locked in a cage, and he hadn’t been half as distraught as I was now, trapped within the memories of a brave, clear soul. Rifter had known I was there to free him. If only he could return the favor.
“What are you looking for?”
The Akio hadn’t gotten the deal it wanted, and yet I felt like it had. Qreyl had offered me the same exchange, a city for a broken heart, and I’d taken the deal. If only gods were the jealous type.
“Who, not what,” I said. “My heart is lost, and I’m searching for the pieces. One of them should be here.”
“Several anxious pieces are waiting for you outside.”
“My brother died here, butchered by a demon.”
“And you think that you can call him back? Are you a god?”
No, I wasn’t, but I’d fought beings so powerful they could be counted as gods, and each took payment for the privilege of doing so.
I shook my head, “Tell me who I am.”
“You’re Ara Storm.”
“He no longer exists. If you’d met him on the day he was given that name, you wouldn’t recognize him now.”
“What changed?”
“I’ve realized my curse. The demons even have a name for it. They call me Firefanged as punishment for a Black deal gone wrong, and it consumes me.”
“You can’t break the curse?”
“I have the soul of a demonic warlord, and my heart isn’t strong enough to balance it out.”
“Boss Wheeler never protected anyone but himself. The same could be said for the Weasel in Stonnberg and the King in Maidenhall. None of them opened the door to my cage, and don’t tell me they didn’t have a clue about the ruin of Niantia. They ignored it or used it to their advantage.”
“What are you saying?”
“Ara, everyone has the soul of a demon if they choose to ignore their heart. You thought to find a piece of it here, and even if you had, you’d still be at war with the continent in a bid to set things right. That’s what you do.”
“It’s what I do,” I echoed the sentiment that placed me in this barn, searching for another way out.
“Ara, you can’t heal yourself, but you can heal others, so do it. Waiting right outside, you’ve got a family that needs you, and we’ll find the rest together.”
“Rift, you know, Ayla is my favorite. If you ever cross her, I’ll—”
“Yeah, yeah, yeah. First billing and Black Prince, I get it. Now, get back on that high horse of yours, and let’s do what needs doing.”