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When the waterkin awoke, they saw that the surface world had forgotten them—and how to stop them.

As the wilderness exploded from the once-isolated parks, beasts Lovi had never seen before took their rightful places.

When they reached Prosania, the Danuri were marveled by the architecture and the military display. Gallord, Omenn and Zadrim were sure Prosanians had Danuri blood in them.

Before Jahan and Piruz, the great became dragons and the terrible became manticores.

Like mother, like cub.

In Nizev, those that cannot be trusted are arrested by the Truthseekers, never to be able to finish their transformation into fully-fledged demons.

“I know, it seems really silly at first, but you'll be surprised how far a little dedication gets you.”
—Professor Maple

“Life's too short for spell scrolls and sheet music. Inspiration exists only in the moment.”

When the woman turned, a dozen faces turned with her. Overlaid one on top of the other, each sharing the same space.

“It was easier for them to sneer at us thieves when they still wanted for nothing.”
—Madame Beatrice

As panic and sickness spread throughout Fretport, those with more courage than sense and more steel than mercy found themselves with ample opportunities for employment.

Olumo's rage grew within him, festering like a black mold—and then it sparked.

“Folk here have had enough—now maybe the rebels overseas could join us on a march.”
—Madame Beatrice to Cathette