Fallen City (Fallen City Duology #1)

Prologue

Some stories begin at the end. This one does—of that, I’m sure.

The difficult part is figuring out exactly when that beginning was. Some would say it began with the Philosopher. Others would say it was the first season of withering crops. It could even be said that it began with the first sword drawn in the Old War.

If I am to be the one to tell you this story, I can begin only where my own ending started—with the shadow of wings on the stone floor of the temple. With the smell of ink and parchment, and the first seeds of a secret.

My name is Casperia. Maris Casperia.

Perhaps we should begin there.