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Mirah and Rasmun thought their work was done. The Choosing was accomplished and the world had been set right again. That is until Æyrebis, a mythical Caudex Anima and the same book that had driven Rasmun insane ten years ago, resurfaced. Unlike Mirah, Rasmun knows it isn’t merely sentient. He knows it harbors plans involving the ultimate destruction of humanity as the souls that comprise it strive to complete their long denied quest to become gods. The only thing that can stop Æyrebis is Corryn’s Stone, a stone of unfathomable power that opens a doorway into the heavens.

As she lay there, staring up at their faces, a cool breeze began blowing over her face. She could see their mouths moving, but she couldn’t quite hear what they were saying. Their voices were faint, distant and the curious fog that surrounded them was getting thicker. They seemed to be in a panic about something, though she couldn’t tell what. At one point, it sounded like Samone was saying something about the tip still being in there. Then Roenin screamed what sounded like, “No, she can’t die. I won’t permit it.” Thinking how odd it was for him to say that, she closed her eyes and gratefully gave in to the darkness.