Son of Fire

Son of Fire

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On the night the world froze, the village of Ishmir was buried beneath a tide of ice and death. From the fog came the Ice King's monstrous horde-twisted abominations of frost and silence-leaving nothing but frozen corpses in their wake. But in the heart of that darkness, one flame refused to die. Aeleira, a devoted priestess of the fire god, made the ultimate sacrifice to save her infant son. In a burst of divine fire, she shielded him from the cold, giving her life to ensure his future. Raised in seclusion by flamebound monks beyond the reach of winter's grasp, Laeloris grows into a quiet, haunted young man-his bloodline marked by both tragedy and power. When the fire god stirs once more, calling Laeloris back to the land of his birth, he must face the truth of who he is: a child of flame, destined to face the Ice King who destroyed his world.
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Before the fire, there was a name. Before the name, there was a scream. The world remembers the war as myth. The gods remember it as treason. And one cursed king cannot forget it at all. Aelira dreams of mirrors and fire, of a stranger's grief and a voice that calls her through centuries. The stars have begun to move again. The old signs bleed through the seams of the present. Far away, a beast waits beside a broken throne and a blade he dares not unsheathe. The silence he carved with blood begins to stir, and the name he buried beneath ash begins to rise. Something is waking. Something that once burned the world to its bones. And it is not finished.

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