When Blades Grow Sharp |The Primordium Archives|

Vayne has always been lucky. But luck only lasts so long. His luck got him out of the slums and into the fields. From the fields to the wars. And from the wars to his grave. But the dead never truly die in this world...after being left for the crows Vayne is given a second life. A life as a blade.

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Blades mean nothing to Dante Lastra. He's been chased to the sea and back by sharp edges and gilded steel. Just like his father, and his father before him. But now the running is over. The chase will end in blood and iron.

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Seph Lastra saw blood on the ground and iron in the sky, among other things. But the meanings never bothered her, because she is her mother's child. And her mother saw much, and knew many things unspoken. Now it is Seph's turn to read the signs in the sky and on the ground...and perhaps change history itself. But at the end of it all, at the last of the signs, she can see peace.

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Omen thought the peace would last. But for him and his kind, peace never lasts long. Only war remains. Once a hunter always a hunter. The nobility is gone, the gold will flow, and the dead will walk again. For Omen, he wants to know how it will all end. Peace?...or War? But the choice was never his.

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Peace never lasts. Luck always runs out. And the continent of Paradise has never had much of either. Those who rule are never as they seem, and their power tips in the balance. Blades will always grow sharp, and war is always on the horizon. And the shadows walk in daylight, never resting and always searching. Welcome to the world of the Primordium Archives and the first book "When Blades Grow Sharp".