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The Reminting. Tales of the Minted Realms, #2
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- FormatePub
- ISBN8235297791
- EAN9798235297791
- Date de parution20/04/2026
- Protection num.pas de protection
- Infos supplémentairesepub
- ÉditeurIoakim Ioakim
Résumé
Tales of the Minted Realms: The Reminting is the second volume following Doug, a grumpy hermit wizard, as he descends his tower a second time to face a world still healing from the events of Volume One. The unminting left ripples - a wrong winter, a backwards river, ten anchor points frayed or destroyed entirely. Armed with a list from a four-hundred-year-old pie baker who was never seventy, Doug assembles his family: an eighteen-year-old made of gold light, a reformed ancient villain with a broom, a skeleton archivist going home, and dragons who have been waiting.
Site by site they remint what was broken - a harbor that kept its own charts for four centuries, a forest that forgot how to exhale, a mountain that forgot its name, a bridge rebuilt stone by stone. At the center of everything: ten anchor words pointing toward one truth the whole quest was always carrying. The magic was never in the special places. It was in the people who showed up. Who knocked first.
Who kept fires they didn't know were fires. Family. It was always family.
Site by site they remint what was broken - a harbor that kept its own charts for four centuries, a forest that forgot how to exhale, a mountain that forgot its name, a bridge rebuilt stone by stone. At the center of everything: ten anchor words pointing toward one truth the whole quest was always carrying. The magic was never in the special places. It was in the people who showed up. Who knocked first.
Who kept fires they didn't know were fires. Family. It was always family.
