Cradle, Path of Gold: Box Set (Cradle Collection Book 2)

“Starting to get hungry out here,” Yerin said, as they marched on their patrol route through the Night Wheel Valley. “Not me,” Lindon replied. He pulled the object from his soulspace and popped it into his mouth. “I have a bean.”

Reigan Shen looks out over those he has newly recruited to his cause. Redmoon Hall, with their Blood Shadows in a thousand different forms. Abyssal Palace, their faces concealed beneath hoods and stony masks. The Silent Servants, whose mouths are bound, and the Stormcallers, who ring their arms in scripts that crackle with lightning. The cults of t

She floated in endless emptiness, the pure void. Even the distant swirls of color that she usually saw in the void, wild fragments of broken worlds, were so distant that she couldn’t see them. This was a pure lack of existence.

The scan felt like a curtain of icy water passing over her,

She could survive in the void, but not forever. It would begin to corrupt her, breaking down the influence of the Way, turning her into an incomprehensible Fiend. At that point, if she didn’t find an Iteration or a fragment to latch onto, the void would continue to break her down until she no longer existed. She stepped back into the Way, the

The Arelius clan, in the ruins of their ancestral home, is still in mourning over the loss of their Monarch. Their

Information requested: preparations for the eighteenth Uncrowned King tournament. Beginning report…

chipmunk's cheeks. The fire treasure he had stuffed in his sock was starting to smolder.

There was only one weapon that could erase a world so thoroughly. The Reaper’s Scythe.