Immortality doesn't make sense.

For Aida, snatched away on her 100th birthday by a formal, bitter stranger and his gang of bone-masked killers, becoming a demigod turned out to be the easy part. In the Book of Verses where she's expected to rule, knowledge is power and yet every answer gleaned spawns three more questions.

What is the Book and how is it tied to the Vale of Thorns? Who rules the Black Court in its realm of permanent night? What is the Aj and why was an entire world set apart as its prison? If the Imminent seers are legit, why so many warnings about their lies? Most importantly, why her out of everyone else on Earth they could have chosen?

If she can figure out the answers to half her hundred questions and keep her impulsive recklessness from screwing things up like it did her whole former life, she might become the Savior of Dynasties the Imminent Prophecy proclaims her. Should she fail, the Imminent hold a darker name for her: Ender of Verses.

Tag note: This is "gritty" fantasy. Characters will hunger, lust, love, hate, strive, suffer, and maybe die. Put tags on that will hopefully cover that.

Posting every day for the next week to hit Writathon goal, then MWF thereafter.

Enjoy! Comments, critiques, and feedback absolutely welcome!

[participant in the Royal Road Writathon challenge]

Mother of Exiles Discord.