Lifetimes after the events of the original books, all tribes have converged into one giant kingdom, led by an AllWing queen. At first glance, it seems like a utopia, but beneath the surface lies a rotting world. Between the slaughtering of hybrids, the ailing health of Queen Zero, and the unrest in the marrow of her very closest courtiers, trouble is brewing just underneath the kingdom’s skin… and it’s about to begin bleeding out.
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Content warnings: Major character death, genocide, corrupt monarchy, corruption arcs, graphic depictions of violence.
CONTENT WARNING: vomit, descriptions of abuse, light descriptions of injury, intrusive thoughts
“A librarian finds a 9-foot scroll on one of the shelves. When they ask their apprentice ‘How did that get there?’ the apprentice replies ‘I dunno, but it must be a long story.’”
It wasn’t right. It wasn’t fair. It wasn’t okay and it wasn’t acceptable. It was one of the most vile, despicable things Rockpool had ever encountered, and it was his new reality.
CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of murder and genocide, coercion
Talons clicking against the marble flooring of the palace, Tomten navigated his way through the columns and corridors with a practiced sort of grace, one developed by the time he’d spent serving the queen and likewise the kingdom. Like well-worn migration patterns, the flooring felt familiar under his talons – almost comforting in the face of the dark clouds of emotion that often hung around the palace, namely in the form of stress. Today’s tension was so palpable that it may as well have been a storm.
CONTENT WARNING: Mentions of genocide
CONTENT WARNING: Depictions of emotional/physical/verbal abuse, intrusive thoughts, murder mentions
Pink talons flicked over and over against the jingling bells on Marmoset’s hat. To their left hunched the ruddy brown form of Redwood, all scented like cedar candles and fresh morning dew. On their right side was Lightningbug, slender claws tinkering with an old dragonets’ toy and a screwdriver. Just about everyone in the room was palpably nervous, some fidgeting like the wings of little flies while others sat frozen in still, uncomfortable silence like pillars of ice. The tense…
Frigid air smacked itself against Angel Trumpet’s face, chilling through his scales to his very heart. Tears of stress froze in place along his cheeks, salty water stopped in time. If only it could slow his heart down, too. Though his mouth was less of a cave and more of a desert, he still forced out the words. “Vesi, I have bad news.” The IceWing raised her head from the pillow she’d been resting it on a moment ago and…