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Chapters (53)
  1. Map of Kingdom of Finfalla and Surrounding Area- Western Half
  2. Map of Kingdom of Finfalla and Surrounding Area - Eastern Half
  3. Map of Kingdom of Finfalla and Surrounding Area - Full Map
  4. Important Trigger Warning
  5. Prologue
  6. PART I
  7. One
  8. Two
  9. Three
  10. Four
  11. Five
  12. Six
  13. Seven
  14. Eight
  15. Nine
  16. Ten
  17. Eleven
  18. Twelve
  19. Interlude: The River of Life
  20. PART II
  21. Thirteen
  22. Fourteen
  23. Fifteen
  24. Sixteen
  25. Seventeen
  26. Eighteen
  27. Nineteen
  28. Interlude: Fallow Fields
  29. PART III
  30. Twenty
  31. Twenty-One
  32. Twenty-Two
  33. Twenty-Three
  34. Twenty-Four
  35. Twenty-Five
  36. Interlude: Of Man and Monster
  37. PART IV
  38. Twenty-Six
  39. Twenty-Seven
  40. Twenty-Eight
  41. Twenty-Nine
  42. Thirty
  43. Thirty-One
  44. Thirty-Two
  45. Thirty-Three
  46. Thirty-Four
  47. POSTLUDES
  48. Postlude 1: Lana Vica
  49. Postlude 2: Ludo Vica
  50. Postlude 3: Cainan
  51. Acknowledgments
  52. An excerpt from Heartsworn, Volume II in The Forsworn Oath, available for preorder now!
  53. PART I

She looked up, ready to face whatever new threat had chosen this moment to add to her extensive list of troubles. Instead, she found herself gazing up at a woman of exceptional beauty, her white hair like gossamer threads spilling down her shoulders, her face so perfectly shaped it might’ve been painted onto a canvas. Even more awe-inspiring than her beauty were the gold-leaf markings on her face, for there were hundreds. The only other person she’d ever seen with more was Cintra herself, and that was no fair contest for anyone. The woman sat easily on a tree branch twenty or so feet up, as though her perch was the most comfortable chair that had ever been shaped by a carpenter. How Morg, with his heightened animal senses, hadn’t known the woman was there, escaped all logic and understanding.

But then, to Soraya’s shock and horror, the woman shoved off, pushing herself into empty air. She fell. Well, ‘fell’ was probably the wrong word. More like lowered herself, her feet moving ever downward as though descending an invisible flight of stairs only she could see. When the woman reached the ground, Soraya swore her feet remained an inch or two off the forest floor.

Morg didn’t so much as stir as Soraya scooped him up and deposited him in her satchel before clambering to her feet, prepared to fight or run or do whatever the situation called for. The woman was only a few feet away but made no move to attack or draw nearer.

If anything, seeing her up close only made her appearance all the more breathtaking, especially that mask of golden leaves. “You’re a…,” she said, searching for the right word, but none of the ones that flashed through her mind felt appropriate. Guardian or Protector felt far too mundane, despite how proud she’d always been to wear those titles. Sightless made more sense, but that was impossible. It wasn’t like there were so many Forsworn that Soraya couldn’t keep track of them. She knew every one of them by sight and name. And this white-haired woman most certainly wasn’t one of the Forsworn.

Not anymore, she realized, her lips parting as her mind revealed the truth to her.

The woman smiled, her amusement seemingly genuine. “You know who I am, don’t you?”