Crier's War

But Crier had always thought that the stories of Junn spoke of power and strength, of a girl ascending to the throne at just sixteen after her father, the king, was killed. When Crier was younger, Reyka would bring her little gifts from her travels: vials of sweet-smelling hair oil, a music box the size of a thumbnail, the strange dark delicacy that was candied heartstone. Instead, in the darkness between and around them, Crier was just a body. How?” Ayla’s breath shook as she spoke—the story coming together as she told it, all of its pieces finally falling into place. “The crime Luna was punished for was not her own.