Three years after Sartha Thrace's treason was unveiled to the world, a rebel pilot still dwells on her image - only to soon find himself becoming more intimately acquainted with her heroic spirit than he could possibly have imagined
Here we are, at last. This one has consumed me for the past month, and I hope every bit of that effort shows on the page. I'm very proud of how it turned out, and very excited for the future possibilities it seeds. I hope you all enjoy it - but be warned, it goes to some very dark places vis-a-vis violence, identity death, and dysphoria
Thank you all for your patience and support. And thank you above all to my beta readers for this project: Maggie, Olivka, Lizzie, Sarah, Sophie, Elektra, and Esme. I couldn't have done it without you