Curse of Crows

He cannot remember who destroyed him. She cannot forget what she has become.

Kraehe Mydalhein bleeds sin from her fingertips, wielding cursed magic that marks her as both a weapon and an abomination. When her captor commands her to down a dragon for his own personal vengeance, she obeys. But as the beast crumbles beneath her power, recognition sears through her: the Dragon is familiar to her, as if she had known him all her life.

Theron Lerofey clawed his way through five centuries with nothing but hunger and a void where his memories should be. The woman who fells him shouldn't matter. Yet her presence ignites something primal in his chest-a pull that transcends reason, that tastes like belonging and reeks of ruin.

Their bargain is born of desperation: she will guide him to the Curse Breaker; he will shelter her until she can find freedom. But with every mile they traverse through Velpurin's magic-starved lands, the truth coils tighter around them. Their curses aren't separate afflictions-they're two halves of the same ancient wound. And the connection drawing them together, this forbidden thing that feels like fate wearing damnation's face, may be the only force capable of saving a dying world.

Or the spark that finally immolates it.