There’s nothing pleasant about flying from the 40th floor if, before that, you were beaten, thrown out the window, and not given a parachute. Life is short, and there’s no hope for a miracle.
And in another world, a healer makes a desperate choice to restore the damaged mind of the clan’s heir.
My new world looks like the one I grew up in, with a few important exceptions. One of them is the gift that allows people to do a lot—but they divide into clans and gnaw at each other, and the prince doesn’t get to decide. The start of my new path in life can’t really be said to be sprinkled with roses—rather, it’s full of thorns...