Fourfold: The Riftfire Chronicles

Three months after closing the wound that nearly destroyed her, Kira Ashvane has almost everything she once thought impossible: a fiancé, a found family stitched together from unlikely loyalties, and cadets who call her teacher without flinching at what she is. What she doesn't have is an answer to the question the Concord's archivists keep circling and refusing to say aloud — not what happened to the world three centuries ago, but who.

A single translated fragment gives her a location, a name half-erased by time, and a word that unsettles even Consul Halvorsen: not rescue. Recognition. The trail leads to Cindermoor — a breach site the Concord long assumed was dormant — and straight into the eleven-year-old grief of a noblewoman who lost her brother there and has spent every day since refusing to let anyone forget it.

What waits at Cindermoor isn't a monster. It's proof that Kira's own nature — Fourfold, singular, impossible — was never an accident. It was the answer to a mistake made three centuries ago, by a woman who once tried to hold four disciplines alone and paid for it in ways the world is still paying for now.

To close the wound she left behind, Kira will have to do the one thing her whole life has never taught her how to do: stop being the answer everyone reaches for, and become one voice in a working built by six.