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vanishing
throne
ELIZABETH MAY
the
VANISHING
THRONE
B O OK T WO OF T H E FA L C ON E R T R I L O GY
elizabeth may
CHAPTER 1
REMEMBER HOW it
In contrast, the cliffs on either side of me are monochrome, with not a single hint of color to break up the uniformity. Even the trees seem made of glass, with thin spiky
branches that appear sharp enough to kill. Flowers glow
beneath the trees along the cliff face, with delicate buds of
iridescent frost.
When I breathe in, the icy scent of winter makes my
chest ache. It smells like the beach after a snowfall. Like salt
and frost on the wind, with a hint of something like myrrh.
Im dreaming. This has to be a dream. I press my palm to the cold
rock at my feet, tracing my fingers across the glossy surface.
Along the outer edges of the platform, small shards bite into
my skin and leave red, aching welts.
Not a dream. Not a dream. A panicked rush of breath bursts
from my lungs. I jerk my hand back and push to my feet,
stopping just before the platform ends.
I make the mistake of looking over the edge.
My stomach clenches. Below me is nothing but darkness,
an escarpment that descends to nothingness. No light
penetrates the blackness below and theres nothing to grab
onto if I need to escape. No other platforms nearby, or rocks
to jump onto, and the floating buildings are too far into the
distance.
This is a prison, with the only escape a lethal drop. Where
the bloody hell is this place?
Good. Youre awake.
I whirl to find Lonnrach on his own platform, smaller
than my own. In my distraction, I hadnt even noticed the
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