Shard Mercy

About the book

Half a year out of the Citadel and four months past the valley that should have freed them, Liora and Eamon Ryn are fugitives — a lightning mage and her forge-sense brother, bound by a fold no distance can cut, following the singing fragment of a broken Forge Monk blade toward its scattered pieces. Liora has the scholar she loves at her side again. She also still carries the shard the Council planted in her — and its voice has stopped threatening her. It has started helping.

The Chancellor walked out of his own defeat grateful: he stole the siblings’ discord-craft, and now he’s turning it into wounds in the sky. He anchors the first over Whistleridge, a town of nineteen hundred, built in the siblings’ own frequencies and addressed to Liora by name — what will you spend? She can close it. But the price of her power has been compounding for a season, every mercy she spends is a thread she hands the voice, and the broken blades she leaves behind are a trail a patient hunter is already following to her door.

There are towns you save. There are towns you cost. The hardest reckoning is the one where both are true — in front of everyone.

Together, they had been dangerous. Apart, they might survive. Or they might destroy themselves trying.

Manuscript in revision; cover and firm release date to come.