Only one can save them.
The Rebellion has fallen.
The door to the Outside has been opened.
And the one who opened it—Jurien Arminius—is now the most powerful man in Darcentaria.
But everything they have known is about to change forever.
Separated by Arminius but fighting to get back to each other, El and Torsten encounter unlikely allies that reveal stunning truths about each other, the Outside, and the very beginnings of Darcentaria itself.
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She drew back. “You still hate the Outside.”
“I will always hate it.”
“How can you expect your people to put fear and ignorance aside when
you won’t let go of it yourself?”
“You think I’m ignorant?” His eyes were dark.
“For a man who may become the marque one day, you are remarkably
against leading by example.”
“Leading with a book of poetry rather than the sword, is it, El? Let us see
how far that gets us.”
El found her attention drawn to his tattoo again, the long sequence of
marks that ran from the inside of his wrist to the hollow of his elbow. Veins
stood out prominently on his forearm, raising thick ridges of black ink. How
could he forget his thirst for vengeance when the memory of that place was
so deeply etched on his skin? Could she forget it if she was in his place?
A terrible ache grew in her heart, even stronger than the one that had accompanied the revelation of her love for him. It was the ache that made her
realize how little he had changed. Lord, did I only imagine the changes in him
because I wanted them to be there? If he would not listen to her now, how might
she speak to him of her beliefs—her God? Torsten knew nothing of her past.
Doubt blossomed like a weed through the fissures in her faith. God, please
don’t make me choose again.
Torsten seemed to perceive her anguish and reached out to touch her arm.
“I respect your vantage point on the world, El. But I cannot accept it.”