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472 pages, Paperback
First published October 23, 2020
The stewards were the roots of our society, toiling in the ground, seeking nutrients and stabilising the sectorians as they strove for the sun, dropping fruit back to the stewards who waited below. With the stewards, we all had life—but it was the sectorians who made that life magnificent.
An unknown fate was an unending opportunity; a revealed fate was nothing more than a damning sentence—a gamble with impossible odds.
“Tempest-born and tempest-dashed, be wary of the forces of chaos that brought you into this world, as they would see you leave it the same way. Bathed in blood and screaming. Look to the deep waters for your fate, for your soul is not your own.”
He stared at me, and I realized that the bitterness, the vicious undertone in my voice had shocked him. Did he think I was happy about my servitude? My life had been spared, that was true … but despite the guilt that ripped at me in the secret place of my heart that I steadfastly refused to visit, I still believed that I hadn’t meant to kill anyone. I had been defiled, attacked, and my magic had exploded without my meaning it to. I hadn’t been given the chance to defend myself. As far as I knew, the Weaver had orchestrated the entire accident to force me into a situation where I would be under their complete control. Because they knew what I was.