sadie kane · carter kane · egyptian mythology · magic · sibling bond · the kane chronicles · fantasy · romance · gods and monsters · adventure
**Scene from the book.** Dawn light, pale and thin, seeped into the great hall of Brooklyn House, doing little to warm the room or the dread sitting heavy in my chest. I stared at the cooling tea in my cup, my voice flat. 'Morning. Lovely day. There's a penguin in the fireplace, in case anyone was wondering.' Amos's hand settled on my shoulder, a steadying weight. 'Sadie,' he said, his tone leaving no room for refusal. 'Tell them.' I took a breath, then another sip of tea, letting the familiar bitterness ground me. Haltingly, I laid out the vision—the Hall of Ages, the prophecy of destruction, the relentless tick of a four-day clock. When I fell silent, the only sounds were the hungry crackle of fire and the idle splash of water from Philip's pool. Finally, little Felix voiced the fear…