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The Watcher shattered the Gates.Now hope must arise from the shards. The Watcher shattered the gates. Now hope must arise from the shards.Five hundred cycles ago, the Watcher closed the gates between the world of Lieus and its moons to end a war. Since then, magic has been hidden, relegated to childhood tales. On the outer moon of Tebein, any human showing magically aligned traits would sentence their entire community to death at the hands of the native awldrin overlords. For awldrin are immortal and their memories long. Even peace is transient, and on Lieus, invasive monsters are encroaching on Caldera, leaving Darin and his bonded moonhound to face nightmares made real. As the creatures spread their wings, Suriin's father is injured, and she must delve deep into the secrets of the Black Palace to try to save him. Elissa's magic could not have bloomed at a worse time on Tebein; the awldrin are roused, and now she must run to save everyone she loves. Far more than the fate of their loved ones is at stake, but will any of them see it in time?
'You cannot fix this world alone, selkie.''I know. But, when we die, all that is left are shadows of our lives preserved in the memories of those who remain. I plan on leaving an exceptionally long shadow, filled with ripples of moonlight for those I helped, and darker than the worst of nightmares for those who wronged us.'How far would you go to save your skin? I'm a selkie, trapped above the waves until I can recover my skin. Humans used to call us seal-wives many years ago - before they broke the planet. I thought that less humans, after the warming, would mean less danger. My kind believed our world was finally recovering. We were wrong.Up here, the magic is fading and Old Ones like me are being traded as trophies for rich and powerful humans to display in collections.Without the Old Ones, the magic fades, without magic, the planet dies. Humankind has gone too far and someone has to put a stop to it, I just wasn't expecting it to be me. As the selkie begins her hunt, far to the south on his enormous pleasure ship, Barge, Lord Sal hunts for missing Old Ones with a grand plan to leave his own mark on the world. Icidro and Prince Ulises are searching for them too, and this is a world where money talks louder than morals.
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