Tahereh Mafi

A New York Times bestselling series! The highly anticipated fourth novel in the Woven Kingdom romantasy series, brimming with fiery romance, spectacular magic, and breathtaking secrets, from Tahereh Mafi, the award-winning and bestselling author of the Shatter Me series. Perfect for fans of Sarah J. Maas, Leigh Bardugo, and Sabaa Tahir. At long last, the wedding day has arrived. The Jinn queen and the enigmatic ruler of Tulan are to be married in a magical, enchanted ceremony—but Cyrus, tethered by a blood oath to his bride-to-be, can find nothing to celebrate in this union. He’s falling ever more deeply in love with the one person oathbound to kill him. Sworn to an ancient, unbreakable magic, Alizeh can only fulfill the prophecy to free her people by ensuring Cyrus dies by her own hand. And Cyrus is forced to await his end all while Prince Kamran inches closer, ready to take his place by Alizeh’s side. The countdown to murder coils tensions ever tighter, but the historic wedding has already drawn deadly attention. To prepare for war and protect her people, Alizeh must finally discover her magic—and outrun the enemies trying to stop her. Alizeh and Cyrus, along with Kamran and their friends from Ardunia, must flee on dragon-back to begin the perilous journey into the legendary mountains of Arya, where a firestorm of revelations, magical discoveries, and fresh allies awaits them. Every allegiance will be tested, every darkness uncovered, and when the shattering secrets of the Tulanian king are finally revealed . . . Nothing, and no one, will be the same. Desperate confessions, impossible decisions, unfathomable magical power—and a love so devastating it rewrites destinies—Every Spiral of Fate is the shimmering, breathtaking fourth volume in a saga that continues to transcend expectations.

Every Spiral of Fate

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“I can’t bear to look at her,” he breathed.

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As if he could possibly hold an appetite while being forced to watch, on his own wedding day, as another man touched his wife, danced with his wife, made plans to wed and bed his wife. How much more would he be expected to survive?

He loved her. He would kill for her, would soon die for her, and yet he knew he had no right to want her.

“I will say this once, angel, for I feel you should be warned. No man alive has ever loved a woman the way that I love you, and I would rather die, damned as I am, than disgrace us both with the pitiful, unrequited performance of my heart.”

“Angel,” he breathed. “You saved me.”

“Thank you,” he said softly, his eyes closing. “Thank you.”

Cyrus didn’t want to sully the essence of her with the smear of him, didn’t want her anywhere near the rotted breath pressing up against his senses, diffusing across his skin—

“We took your soul and stained it,” the devil whispered, “rinsed it with blood and debt. We took your mind and claimed it, chained it with regret—”

“Get out,” Cyrus said desperately. “Get away from me—”

“Your heart we broke for pleasure,” Iblees went on, “our reasons remain our own. All these years of rage and silence, all these centuries alone—”

“Forgive me, Your Majesty,” Hazan said quietly. “I shouldn’t have advised you to stay away.”

“Hazan,” he heard her whisper. There was a rare edge of fury in her voice. “Get out.”

Killing Cyrus was no longer an option but an inevitability. The blood oath had entered them into an inescapable contract that bound them both in a brutal finish.

When she finally ended his life, she knew she’d sever something essential in her soul. When he died, he’d take a part of her with him.

Every spectator would leave here today with memory as currency: an anecdote to share as evidence that they’d been present at an event that might alter the realms forever.

 Cyrus wished he might live to see that day.

“What do you want from me?” he shouted. “What more can I give you? What more will you demand of me? Was my kingdom not enough? Was my blood not enough?”

“Do you need to take from me my dignity, my privacy, the very thoughts still forming in my head? Take my eyes. Take my hands. Take the breath from my body. Strip the skin from my bones. Were I able to offer you my soul I would; I’d tear it from my flesh this moment and give it to you—”

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