The Fiery Scion [INSTANT ›]

But the Fire does not come free.

Now, pursued by assassins who wear the faces of old allies, Kaelen must make a choice: the fiery scion

In the smoldering shadows of a fallen dynasty, where ash rains like winter snow and the air tastes of copper and regret, there walks an heir forged not of gold or steel—but of flame. But the Fire does not come free