I was four years old the first time I touched a dying man and he got up again. My mother made me promise never to let anyone see. She was right about that. She was right about most things, and then she died, and the last thing she ever told me was a name I'd never heard. There's a fire in me. It's been there since before I was born, and it isn't mine, and it's killing me---three hundred years late and nineteen days fast. Only the Barons can teach me to control it. Fallen gods. The kind that eat girls like me to make the hunger stop. So I walked into Hell's Gate on my own feet and offered them a trade. The cold one claimed me. Called me 𝘸𝘢𝘳𝘥. Never my name. The beautiful one wept gold and begged me not to let them love me. The silent one asked me what I wanted, and I didn't have an answer. And one of them was kind to me. Only one. From the first night. That's the one I should have been afraid of.

Five hundred and eighty-seven tributes have been chosen by the Dragon Lord. None of them survived. At eighteen, Mira is next-torn from her village by Zhyrkon, a six-hundred-year-old dragon lord whose appetite for tribute is matched only by his cruelty. The chosen are meant to break quickly, to become another portrait in his gallery: beautiful, detailed, dead. Mira refuses. Zhyrkon has ruled through absolute dominance for centuries. He has never been challenged. Never been questioned. Never faced a woman who met his gaze with anything but fear. Until her. Survival in a dragon's court means navigating a creature who can burn her to ash within seconds, who has already claimed hundreds of lives before her. So Mira watches, learns, asks questions no one has dared to ask. She studies the Dragon Lord, searching for the pattern that might keep her alive. But the deeper she digs into the mystery of Zhyrkon, the more dangerous the truth becomes. Because the greatest threat may not be his fire... ...but the possibility that he doesn't want her to break at all. Will Mira survive the Dragon Lord- or become his next masterpiece?

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They gave him eleven days' notice. Obiajulu Odumegwu-Nnaji wanted to be a surgeon. What he got was a wedding to a woman whose family had been killing his for forty years, and a truce that everyone swore would hold. It held for four years. Long enough to learn her coffee order. Long enough for a daughter. Then the lights went out in his father's house, and Obi opened a door he should never have opened, and everything he thought he knew about his wife was standing on the other side of it with blood on her hands. He ran. He took their daughter, he crossed an ocean, he buried his own name, and he did not look back for five years. She found him anyway. Moremi Ademola-Doherty has spent five years and everything she owns hunting the man who left. She wants two things: her husband, and her child. He is going to tell her their daughter is dead. Two Houses. One war they didn't start. A daughter who saw everything and said nothing, because nobody ever asked her the right way. Every family in this book has a wound. This is the one that never closed. ⚠️ Mature. Violence, grief, and one lie you will not forgive him for.