Angol
Kaal Ashborn is dead. Irisaru killed him in ninety seconds, in front of three hundred of the tyrant's own men.
It should have ended there.
Instead the thing that had been directing Kaal for six hundred years turned its attention to the boy who replaced him - and began, patiently, to talk.
It never lied to him. It never had to.
Three years on, Irisaru holds two essences, moves faster than sound, and has made the people he loves a promise: that nothing will ever reach them again. He has taken six kingdoms to keep it. He has killed two thousand four hundred and ten people, and counted every one.
Not once has he needed to invent a reason.
His friends have built lives that no longer require him. His mother is a general in a war a thousand years old. His father is the reason it never ends. And far above the sealed sky, two armies that have ignored this world for six centuries have finally noticed what is walking around beneath them.
The second book in the Irisaru series.
