Threads of Scars and Fire (Fates Apothecary #1)

Prologue

The Moirai

We have been called many things.

Fates. Sisters. Matchmakers. Meddlers.

We rather like the last one.

You see, threads are our domain. Every life begins as one, thin, fragile, trembling with possibility. We spin them, measure them, guide them…and when the time comes we cut them.

But not before we have our fun.

Love, in particular, is such a delicious thing to work with. So many people believe it is chance. A meeting. A moment. A spark.

It is not.

It is tension pulled tight across time. It is threads tangled, knotted, and drawn together whether you like it or not.

And sometimes…we help it along.

Of course, nothing we give is ever free. A price is always collected. A favor, a promise, a future yet to be named.

We are not cruel.

But we are fair.

And fate?

Fate always collects.

So step inside. Tell us what you desire. Let us see what threads we can pull for you.

Just remember, when the time comes to pay your debt…we will come to collect.

—The Moirai