Crown of Fire

Ember stood in the Hall of Names—a memorial she’d commissioned three years ago. Black obsidian walls stretched high, inscribed with […]

Ten years after the revolution, the formal transition period ended. A massive celebration was planned across all courts—the official recognition

Five years after the revolution, Fire Court had become unrecognizable. Ember stood on the palace balcony, watching the city below.

Phoenix Emberclaw was three months old when King Inferno returned. Ember was in the nursery, rocking her daughter to sleep,

Three years into the transition, everything changed. Ember stood in Fire Court’s medical wing, staring at the healer with disbelief.

The week after the battle was spent in negotiation. Lord Malachite proved true to his word. He gathered the Traditionalist

War was nothing like Ember imagined. Books made it sound noble. Organized. Warriors clashing in orderly ranks while heroes traded

Rebuilding Fire Court proved harder than winning the throne. Ember stood in what had been the mortal servants’ quarters, now

The amphitheater fell silent. Ember stood at the center of the arena, fire blazing around her like wings of light.

Three weeks into their exile in Shadow Court, everything fell apart. Ember was reviewing integration reports with Lord Rowan when