Series: My Father Ordered His Own Mother's Execution and Forgot My Name—Then the Secret of His Relic Throne Revealed the Terrifying Truth About Our Enclave

Part 1 I stood in the shadow of the heavy timber archway of Zion’s Rest, watching King Malachi sign the parchment without a single flicker [more…]

Gideon watched the fragment of throne-iron glitter in the lamplight, his expression unreadable. “A psychotropic ore,” he had said, the words chilling me more than [more…]

The revelation from Caleb left a hollow ache in my chest. We emerged from the coal seam just before dawn, the air sharp and cold, [more…]

The stench of burning timber hung heavy in the air as we made our way through the narrow streets. The pamphlets had done their work. [more…]

The sanctuary became a fortress of confusion. Factional fighting erupted in the lower districts, guards loyal to the dead King Malachi—or rather, to the idea [more…]

The urgency from Ephraim’s threat galvanized us. Eight hundred gold sovereigns was an impossible sum in the midst of a civil war. But Ephraim was [more…]

I held the journal, tears blurring my vision. Each page was a testament to Malachi’s struggle, a silent scream against the insidious poison of the [more…]

The realization about Abigail’s treachery hit me with the force of a physical blow. My father, who everyone now reviled as a mad tyrant, had [more…]

The sanctum was a maelstrom of violence. Ephraim’s Iron Smugglers, grim and efficient, moved through the chaos like predators, their black leather blending with the [more…]

My gaze flickered between Abigail’s triumphant face and the ominous iron throne. The air in the relic hall crackled with unspoken venom. The sounds of [more…]