Here is the Prologue of Book III
The Boven Naturals: Echoes of Bhūshakt
Prologue
Evan stepped into T'amery's opulent office, the scent of rich mahogany and aged parchment thick in the air. His parents sat at a polished table, sipping bitterstone tea and nibbling seaweed cakes beside T'amery.
The scene felt wrong—like a portrait painted by someone who had never seen human expression: all the colors accurate, but the composition unsettling.
"Evan, my boy!" T'amery's voice poured honey over poison...
