The Memory of Souls by Jenn Lyons

The Memory of Souls

The Memory of Souls by Jenn Lyons (A Chorus of Dragons #3)
English | 2020 | Fantasy | ePUB | 14.2 MB

he Memory of Souls is the third epic fantasy in Jenn Lyons’ Chorus of Dragons series.

Now that Relos Var’s plans have been revealed and demons are free to rampage across the empire, the fulfillment of the ancient prophecies—and the end of the world—is closer than ever.

To buy time for humanity, Kihrin needs to convince the king of the Manol vané to perform an ancient ritual which will strip the entire race of their immortality, but it’s a ritual which certain vané will do anything to prevent. Including assassinating the messengers.
Worse, Kihrin must come to terms with the horrifying possibility that his connection to the king of demons, Vol Karoth, is growing steadily in strength.

How can he hope to save anyone when he might turn out to be the greatest threat of them all?

The Goddess of Luck added, “Nor invasions. We shall not be sending the Quuros army south into the Manol Jungle. This time, our emperor will serve us best by fortifying the empire.”

“Do what you must to end the Royal Houses’ squabbling,” Thaena said. “It tires us.”

Thurvishar exhaled. The Royal Houses might not appreciate several ways their infighting might cease. Tombs were seldom political hot spots, after all. And Tyentso might prefer that solution.

The empress bowed her head. “I will, my lady.”

“And one … last … thing.” Tya stepped forward, speaking for the first time. She addressed the Academy wizards and the witchhunters. “I have also grown tired of something.”

Janel’s eyes widened at the expression on her mother’s face.

“We have let you rule yourselves as you will,” Tya said, “but humanity’s need has become too great for us to overlook your foolishness anymore. We have no time for this.” Her expression wasn’t kind. “Congratulations, you have succeeded in eliminating the witch threat, because this day forward, they don’t exist. Witches no longer exist. I am changing the definition. No more licenses. No more persecuting wild talents. Anyone who can touch the Veil will be allowed to do so, regardless of sex or lineage.”

The confusion and disbelief in the wizards spiked so strongly, Thurvishar heard their thoughts even through any talismans or protections. No one protested out loud, but a stubborn defiance rose up. Eliminating the license system would destroy the Royal Houses, defenestrate the witchhunters, cause confusion and anxiety for the Academy. The Royal Houses depended on their magical monopolies to survive. What the Goddess of Magic had just declared … it might not break them right away, but the time would come. If anyone could use magic, any magic, without fees, restrictions, or fear of the accusation of witchcraft, then the Court of Gems would soon find itself unnecessary.

The Royal Houses wouldn’t accept such a change, even if the Goddess of Magic herself flew down from the heavens and ordered it—which she had.

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