The Heir of Ash and Thunder

<p><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Some destinies burn their way into the world.</strong></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Ilija Dragović has carried a presence within him his entire life.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>A pulse beneath the heartbeat. A second life behind the eyes. A memory older than the body he inhabits.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Now a professor of mythology he walks among ruins and artifacts with the familiarity of one who has already lived them. In quiet moments the world leans toward him as though recognizing something it once knew.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>A name. A vow. A power that once shaped empires.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>When that power stirs it rises as memory.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Heat in the blood. Light beneath the skin. A voice that returns home.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Danica Madsen carries the same echo.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Her steps align with his.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Her gaze holds the weight of shared lifetimes and the cost of remembering.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Their paths draw toward one another with the gravity of ancient stars.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Devotion forms as a wound they both remember bearing.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>The world begins to shift in response.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Across sea and stone old gods wake and turn their attention.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>Each remembers Ilija in their own way-beloved rival sovereign ruin.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>They are coming.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>To witness him.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>To challenge him.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>To kneel.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>To kill.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>The fire he once commanded returns to his hands.</span></p><p><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>And the world prepares to burn with him.</span></p><p><em style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)>The Heir of Ash and Thunder</em><span style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)> is a tale of devotion and defiance where memory is a weapon grief is a summons and love may be the spark that topples empires. Perfect for readers of </span><strong style=color: rgba(15 17 17 1); background-color: rgba(255 255 255 1)><em>American Gods</em> Madeline Miller's <em>Circe</em> and Katherine Arden's <em>The Bear and the Nightingale</em>.</strong></p>