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He must knot them all back together—starting with his own.

And screamed.

The volcano shuddered. Towers cracked. And Soduru Kanthi’s left hand—the Thread-hand—turned to black glass, then shattered. mage soduru kanthi

In the crimson twilight of the Shattered Isles, where reality bled like a fresh wound, there was no name spoken with more fear—or desperate hope—than Soduru Kanthi. He must knot them all back together—starting with his own

Soduru Kanthi looked at his shattered hand, then at the thread. He understood. To save the isles, he must not pull another string. mage soduru kanthi

“This one’s yours,” she said. “The one you cut first. The one you never tied off.”