Chapter 1 · free to read
Fourteen years of exile had burned the softness from Prince Arav. The kingdom of Suryagarh remembered him only as a rumor.
Far to the south, in the obsidian citadel of Lankapur.
The forbidden astral arts — outlawed for the ruin they wrought — answered his blood.
The first draw of the astral bow nearly split him open. He drew it anyway.
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