Magnus tried to sit up, but pain flashed through him, blinding him like lightening.

And then the moon, the night, and Kurtis Cirillo all disappeared as a wooden lid came down on top of him.

A coffin. He had been put into a coffin.

Nails were hammered into it. Magnus felt airborne for a split second, and then he landed hard, his back slamming against the wooden bottom.

Then came the scrape of shovels and the soft thud of dirt filling the grave as Kurtis and his loyal guards buried him alive, deep in the Paelsian earth.

ACKNOWLEDGMENTS.

Just like in Mytica, there is a trio of kingdoms on the Morgan Rhodes author map, and I seriously couldnt survive without all of them existing in harmony.

Kingdom #1 is called Razorbillia.

My publishing family at Razorbill and Penguin Teen make the Falling Kingdoms series (and a shout-out to its sister trilogy A Book of Spirits and Thieves) a possibility. Thank you to Liz Tingue, Jess Harriton, Ben Schrank, Casey McIntyre, and the rest of the fantabulous team who have my eternal gratitude for allowing me entrance to this golden palace. And thank you always to Jim McCarthy, my wonderful agent and part-time dragon slayer.

Kingdom #2 is called Realworldia.

Thank you to my magnificent friends and family who help keep it real when Im in my huge mansion eating bonbons, drinking expensive champagne, and having Ian Somerhalder, my manservant and future husband, give me my daily massage by the pool. . . . Wait, thats not actually happening? Okay, FINE. But theyre still awesome at supplying pep talks, shopping trips, entertainment, food, and margaritas when I get time off for good behavior.

Kingdom #3 is called Readerlandia.

Thank you to my amazing readers, who make all the work worthwhile. And, yeah, writing books is sometimes work . . . even writing about Prince Magnus. I know"its hard to believe. Never stop believing in magic. And books. Magic + books . . . who needs anything else? (P.S. Sorry about that cliffhanger! *evil laugh*).

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