Or if I even want to try.
Fighting to save friends and allies was one thing. But fighting for the world was not a task she appreciated having dropped in her lap.
Zahra looked curiously at her. She knew the wraith could sense what she was thinking, and she didn’t care.
“I’ll help you,” Simon said, still watching the fire. “You won’t be alone in this. Not for a moment.”
She stiffened. “What if you fail me?”
“I won’t.”
“What if I fail?”
“Then we’re doomed even more completely than we already were. But at least we’ll have tried, hmm?”
“Tell me this, then,” Eliana said, “if you’re so confident: Will I be like her?”
The fire painted Simon’s piercing blue gaze a flickering amber. “Like your mother?”
Beside her, Remy flinched.
“Like the Blood Queen,” Eliana said sharply.
“Will you be like her? That’s a question I can’t answer. Only time can do so. And you.”
“I was afraid you’d say that.”
At the bitter note in her voice, Simon turned and watched her for a long moment. When he spoke again, it was gentle. “I’ll tell Malik to wait a few hours before your meeting with the kings. You can rest, talk with Remy. I’ll send for food.”
She shook her head, cutting him off. She couldn’t talk to Remy, not yet. And hours of waiting would make the inevitable feel even worse than it already did.
“Food, yes,” she said, “and lots of it. But after that…bring the kings to me.” Then she rose to her feet and told the first lie of her new life: “I’m ready to begin.”
Elements in the Empirium Trilogy
In Celdaria, Rielle’s kingdom, the Church is the official religious body. Citizens worship in seven elemental temples that stand in each Celdarian city. Temples range from simple altars in a single, small room to the elaborate, lavish temples of the capital city, me de la Terre. Similar religious institutions exist in nations around the world of Avitas. In Eliana’s time, most elemental temples have been destroyed by the Undying Empire, and few people still believe in the Old World stories about magic, the saints, and the Gate.
Acknowledgments
Fourteen years ago, I had an idea for a book and decided I wanted to be a writer.
Fourteen years is a long time, and there are many people I need to thank for helping me realize my dream and helping Furyborn become the book it is today.
First, to Diana Fox, who pulled my original Furyborn query from the slush pile, generously （and gently） explained to me just how much work I needed to do, and helped me get started in this industry. To you, Diana, I am forever grateful.
To my editor, Annie Berger, who is an absolute delight to work with—patient, insightful, fearless. Thank you for going on this journey with me.
To my agent, Victoria Marini: Your enthusiasm keeps me inspired; your sheer ferocity keeps me feeling safe and sane. I’m honored to call you my agent—and my friend.
To the entire team at Sourcebooks Fire—including production editor Elizabeth Boyer, editorial manager Annette Pollert-Morgan, copy editor Diane Dannenfeldt, Alex Yeadon, Katy Lynch, Beth Oleniczak, Margaret Coffee, Sarah Kasman, Kate Prosswimmer, Heidi Weiland, Valerie Pierce, and Stephanie Graham—thank you all for embracing me and Furyborn with such passion and excitement.
To Michelle McAvoy, Nicole Hower, and David Curtis, who made Furyborn look so beautiful, inside and out. Thank you.
This book used to be about three times longer and took up two massive three-ring notebooks. There are actually people in my life who read that whole thing and still talk to me. Thank you to Erica Kaufman, Beth Keswani, Starr Hoffman, Ashley Cox, and Cheryl Cicero. More thanks to others who read this book in crucial bits and pieces over the years: Kait Nolan, Susan Bischoff, Justin Parente, Kendra Highley, Gabi Estes, Britney Cossey, and Amy Gideon.
To Jonathan Thompson—the Lysol to my Monica, the Simon （Tam, not Randell） to my River, the Brit-Brit to my Cate: thank you for always believing in me.
To my sweet stepsister, Ashley Mitchell, who put together the first official fantasy cast list for this book, years and years ago. I still have that Word document, and I will never stop loving it （or you!）。
To Brittany Cicero: You read the first draft of the first version of Furyborn, week after week, chapter by chapter, as I hovered over your shoulder, watching your face for every miniscule reaction. I love you. This book would not exist without you.
To Michelle Schusterman: You read the first draft of this version of Furyborn as I wrote it, day after day, chapter by chapter. I could not have conquered this wild monster without you by my side. Thank you, forever.