carved deep into the earth, lined with bookshelves that stretched endlessly into the shadows. The scent of p

pines of books as he searched. Lucian, on the other hand, s

r reading," Lucian gro

p. "Action without k

between them. "What exac

e at the center of the room. He flipped through the yellowed pages, stopping

as a prophecy. The words were in an ancient tongue, but a

nd present, the tides of fate shall turn. One shall be th

twisted. "This...

wined figures, their forms shifting between human and something more. "The prophecy sp

aw tightening. "I do

you believe in it or not, the Shadowborn do. And the

all crashing down. She had spent years avoiding the t

the candles and sending papers flying. A deep, guttural whis

ot escap

ed, his body half-shifting. Adrian lifted his hands, magic crackling at h

darkness, its face obscured.

re too

in her throat. The Sh