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Sherlocked
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The Face Thief
Updated Nov 3, 2018
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Razmyr’sya and Krestovia have been at war for as long as anyone can remember. Children were born and raised in its shadow. But with great war comes great mobility, and Kovya Karazamova rose from an enslaved girl of a conquered country marred by heresy and sin, to one of Rezerikost, the twelve best sharpshooters in the Imperial Gold Army.

The trees whisper of cruel things that will come to pass and the sorrow that will seep into the earth when they are written into history. Children of the gods walk the land as people do, breathing as they breathe, speaking as they speak, but they are not equals.

After nineteen years of dancing just beyond Death's fingertips, Kovya's life hangs precariously by a thread when the Razmyrsi king tasks the Rezerikost with an impossible endeavor that she knows they will not emerge from with their souls still tied to their bodies. But if she sees through what can not be seen through, she will have her freedom.

Yet as the war has become a plaything of the divine, and justice has become something more than desire, the whispers of a creature that steals faces from the shadows of skulls and pulls false things into being are growing louder.

A single truth: kings can meet their deliverance just as mortal men do.

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The Face Thief

Razmyr’sya and Krestovia have been at war for as long as anyone can remember. Children were born and raised in its shadow. But with great war comes great mobility, and Kovya Karazamova rose from an enslaved girl of a conquered country marred by heresy and sin, to one of Rezerikost, the twelve best sharpshooters in the Imperial Gold Army.

The trees whisper of cruel things that will come to pass and the sorrow that will seep into the earth when they are written into history. Children of the gods walk the land as people do, breathing as they breathe, speaking as they speak, but they are not equals.

After nineteen years of dancing just beyond Death's fingertips, Kovya's life hangs precariously by a thread when the Razmyrsi king tasks the Rezerikost with an impossible endeavor that she knows they will not emerge from with their souls still tied to their bodies. But if she sees through what can not be seen through, she will have her freedom.

Yet as the war has become a plaything of the divine, and justice has become something more than desire, the whispers of a creature that steals faces from the shadows of skulls and pulls false things into being are growing louder.

A single truth: kings can meet their deliverance just as mortal men do.

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