FOURTH WING: FALLEN KNIGHT
In the hallowed, cutthroat halls of Basgiath War College, knowledge is the deadliest weapon of all.
Caden is a ghost. Once a promising scribe, he is now a broken archivist, tending to the dusty tomes of the college's library, haunted by a terrible truth he helped bury two decades ago during the brutal suppression of the Aretian rebellion. He has sworn to remain silent, a fallen knight guarding a tomb of lies.
His carefully constructed exile shatters when Violet Sorrengail arrives. The fragile, brilliant daughter of the commanding general, Violet is an outcast in a world that values brute strength. Seeking refuge in the Archives, she unknowingly seeks the very truths Caden has vowed to protect.
Recognizing a kindred spirit and a sharp, inquisitive mind that could be the key to redemption, Caden makes a fateful choice. He begins a silent, dangerous game, curating Violet's education not with the college's sanctioned propaganda, but with forbidden histories and heretical theories. He becomes her unseen mentor, teaching her to see the cracks in the world her mother built.
But as Violet's understanding grows, so does the threat. The system she challenges begins to push back with lethal force. Their silent alliance must evolve into an active conspiracy. From the treacherous training grounds to the desolate badlands of the Scar, they are hunted by the very power structure Violet was born to uphold.
Their desperate flight leads them to the heart of the kingdom—the impenetrable Royal Archives of Calldyr—where the ultimate proof of General Sorrengail's treachery lies hidden. To expose it, they must pull off an impossible heist under the General's watchful eye, forcing a final, public reckoning where the price of truth may be everything they have left.
Fourth Wing: Fallen Knightis a gripping tale of loyalty, sacrifice, and the revolutionary power of a single, well-placed word in a world built on lies.
The rain fell in relentless, grey sheets, turning the alleys of Calldyr into streaming, muddy channels. Huddled in the doorway of the abandoned shop, the five of them were soaked to the bone, shivering with a mixture of cold, exhaustion, and the aftershock of adrenaline.
Continue reading...The silence in the maintenance passage was deafening, broken only by the frantic thud of their own hearts. They had the scroll case. The tangible, damning proof of General Sorrengail’s treachery was clutched in Caden’s white-knuckled hand. But the scroll case felt less like a…
Continue reading...The door to the Black Wing clicked shut behind them, sealing them in a tomb of silence. The air was different here—colder, drier, preserved with a precision that spoke of powerful, expensive magic. The lighting was low, emanating from softly glowing orbs set into the…
Continue reading...The silence of the Royal Archives was a physical presence, thick and heavy as velvet. It was a stark, shocking contrast to the chaotic roar of the city outside. They stood for a moment, frozen in the dim light filtering through high, stained-glass windows, dwarfed…
Continue reading...Dawn in Calldyr arrived with a cold, grey drizzle that slicked the cobblestones and muted the city’s usual clamor. The weather was a blessing, cloaking their movements in a veil of mist and gloom. In the attic of The Drowsy Wyvern, they made their final…
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