Solace of Dusk (Dusk and Embers #1)

Prologue

Crouching within the heart of eternity, she waits. Claws retracted, fangs withdrawn.

She pumps ire through the veins of her successor, knitting flesh together with despair, filling her successor’s marrow with tendrils of yearning and void.

She is the embodiment of chaos.

A cold persistence. The icy exterior wherein flames dance in the shadows.

With every breath, she waits, a dagger poised for the attack.

Her pulse beats within the chest of her successor, providing kindling for the inevitable.

One day shadowfire will purify the realm, she purrs. Balance will be restored. It will be the dawn of a new day. A new world. Patience. One day, it will all be well. But rest now. For when you wake, the world will burn.