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  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

Book Four—The Earth Dwellers

Strings (also available in audiobook)

“The Walking Dead for teens, with ruthless witches instead of bloodthirsty zombies.”—Katie Reed, agent at Andrea Hurst & Associates

Salem’s Revenge:

Book One—Brew

Book Two—Boil

Book Three—Burn

An excerpt from Heartsworn, Volume II in The Forsworn Oath, available for preorder now!

PART I

Ludo     Bryony     Perfidy

For the blood-drenched kingdom of Finfalla, the Blood Tide has always been an extinction event, a time of cleansing, of rebirth. The cycle has continued for thousands of years, as predictable as the tides or the rising of the sun. Even with the goddess Narcissi as their ally, those armies of mortals have never tasted the glory of victory.

The Origins of the Blood Tide by Luxor Glin

One

Ludo

Lostwood, near Dunmire, Finfalla

“This way. We’re almost there,” Dagr said, shoving through the thick forest tangle with a certainty that belied the utter lack of any sort of a path or trail to follow. The lion-man’s turquoise fur was shrouded in shadow, his face turned away as he spoke. His voice was deep, resonant, making Ludo wonder whether the creature had once commanded armies. He seemed to exude strength from every pore, not the least of which was the way in which he hefted Cainan’s charred and smoking form across his shoulders without ever stumbling or wavering.

Ludo fought to keep up, determination coursing through him as he cradled Bryony’s feverish form against his chest. Truth be told, he was already on the wrong side of exhausted. With each successive step forward, his muscles screamed for him to stop, to rest from his toils, to catch his breath. Ever since they’d departed Comman Dur, Lostwood seemed intent on stifling their escape. He swore, at times, that the trees themselves moved into his path as he blinked, forcing him to weave a drunken path through the undergrowth. Thorns slashed across his arms and face, but he barely felt their pricks of pain, and before he was aware of the blood welling up from his skin, the punctures had already healed. It didn’t help that he only had one eye to locate hazards in his peripheral vision before they seemed to leap out at him from the darkness.

Or it all could’ve just been in his head, a product of the chaotic events that had transpired at the abandoned prison.

Regardless, sheer will and the need to protect this woman drove him onward, for buried somewhere inside him was an instinct that something bad would happen if Bryony remained in the forest much longer. He didn’t know if she would die or not, but he wasn’t willing to take the chance.

Not with her. Not when he’d left so many things unsaid before she’d lost consciousness. There were things he needed her to understand, things he needed to explain.