![]() ![]() ![]() ![]() “Krishani Mekallow Mekelle Tavesin,” he rattled off, slurring the words together so, to Aria, they didn’t make a lot of sense. He changed direction at a fork in the road, and Aria wondered how he knew where the cairn was. The Ferryman huffed, putting his hands into the opposite sleeves of his cloak and folding them across his torso. If it were up to her, she’d never forget a single thing about him. “Why?” Aria spoke the question aloud but only because another part of her was working so hard on memorizing every detail of him, from the lines of his face, down to the way the corner of his mouth tightened whenever she opened her mouth. “You wouldn’t remember my name if I told it to you.” Hidden in a cairn deep in the haunted forest, Aria becomes obsessed with the Ferryman, the only boy who can feel her touch.īefore Aria knows it, The Flames, The Ferryman and Tor are swept up in the first war against the Valtanyana. In the depths of Tempia he forges weapons– The Flames– strong enough to oppose the Kings he betrayed.Īria, The Amethyst Flame, cannot touch the living or the dead and her kin are silent ghosts. ![]() He escapes the Land of Kings and the tyrannical Valtanyana. In the First Era, before Kaliel and Krishani fell in love, Tor runs. ![]()
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