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incinerated by the fact that the Human Heart is Un-Writeable. We stood in the center of the "Sovereign Glitch," our breath coming in short, ragged gasps of hot, copper-heavy air. The One-Hundred-and-Forty-Fourth Layer was no longer a cathedral; it was a Void of Pure, Un-Written Potential, where every shadow was a new choice and every drop of blood was a new ocean.

He leaned down, putting his mouth barely an inch from my ear. If he actually touched me, I’d take him down in a few swift moves. “It’s a hell of a lot more than that. On the surface, it looks like a park. Underground, there’s a massive ruby. She is the heart of the city.” My eyebrows shot upward. “What does she shift into?”

The morning after Jason’s shift with Vincent, the almost smile he’d seen lingered in his mind like an unresolved melody. It had been faint, nearly unnoticeable, but it was there, a crack in the icy facade Vincent wore like armor. Jason tried to brush it off as nothing, convincing himself that the Vincent he’d seen in that moment wasn’t any different from the aloof doctor he worked with every day. Yet, no matter how much he reasoned, the image refused to fade. It was as if he’d seen something beneath the surface, and as much as he hated to admit it, he wanted to see it again.

She disappeared into thin air. Elvis made the first move to leave the bunker, his men followed behind. Susan appeared on the top of a skyscraper-filled with the aura of death, she looked down on High Town city. “The city is alive with beauty,” Vivian said behind Susan. “It’s a wonder no one knows how long it would stay that way.” “Is that why you called me up here?” Susan asked, and turned to face her sister. “I can’t read you, but it’s surely not to discuss this city. What is it?”

A distant bell suddenly rang. Once. The endless pages overhead froze in midair. Then... every page turned toward the same direction. Something enormous was approaching. The ground trembled beneath Adrian's feet. Not with fear. With recognition. Far ahead... a city slowly emerged from the darkness. Its towers were built from giant books. Its bridges were woven from glowing sentences. Its rivers flowed with liquid silver ink. Above its gates, carved into black stone, were four ancient words. THE CITY OF FORGOTTEN AUTHORS.

Something ancient, crawling, rising through soil, through concrete, through thought. She opened her eyes. Still herself. But not untouched. And deep under the city, whatever was beneath it all stirred again. Not impatient. Just… waiting.

Alessandro repeated under his breath, like a curse. And then — just like that — the air shifted again. From lunch. To business. To blood. As it always did.

Here is a sneak peek of what to expect in BOOK TWO, HERAT OF THE HEARTLESS. Eros and Cassandra battled with mistrust from their past, an unexpected new enemy arose, and new complications threatened to push them apart. Will they find their way back to love and fight this enemy or will the forces of these complications push them apart? Find out in Book 2 of the Heartless series.

Entire sections of the prison disappeared into darkness. Then everyone saw it. The thing beneath. God. No. Fair. Absolutely not. This time even Thomas couldn't joke. Couldn't think. Couldn't breathe. Because what lay beneath the prison wasn't a chamber. Wasn't a throne room. Wasn't a monster. It was a city. An entire city. Hidden beneath the world. Massive towers stretched endlessly into darkness. Golden bridges connected impossible structures. Ancient lights still burned. After thousands of years. The sight stole every breath in the valley.

The sanctuary continued waking. And inside the glowing crystal heart at the center of the underground city— A shadow moved.