Follow the threads of the Fates into the captivating sequel in the timeless fantasy series about four unlikely heroes bound together to save their world—and magic itself. Blue, River, Shenli, and Wren are still reeling from the discovery that they are the four heroes foretold to save their world. The weight of their destiny and the expectations that come with it is a heavy burden, but when danger once again finds them and the people they love, there's no choice but to act. Shenli and Wren both remain outsiders—one as a prisoner tired of being a pawn and the other banished from the home she fought to save. Meanwhile, Blue and River face a quest for a mythical creature that will take them beyond the world they know—with the fate of the Meraki people hanging in the balance. Although they just found one another, the four heroes are once again scattered across Haven—all facing new journeys, impossible choices and shocking truths. As their world prepares for war, will they be able to unravel what the Fates have in store for them and find their own path? “A powerful cast of characters in an epic tale of dragons and magic.” —Lisa McMann, New York Times bestselling author of The Unwanteds "There’s no chance for anyone to chill in this well-crafted, action-packed sequel." — Kirkus Reviews Megan Reyes is a children's author who loves writing stories about dragons, magic, and kids getting into all kinds of fantastical shenanigans. Heroes of Havensong is her first series. Megan lives in Northern California with her husband, four sons, two dogs, and an ever-growing collection of dragon and fox figurines. When she's not writing, she's probably drawing, painting, or getting lost in a new book. You can find her at meganreyes.com or @MReyesWrites on social media. 1. In Which a Dragonboy Stirs Several weeks after the Fourth War, as the world carried on around him, Blue the dragon continued to slumber in a fretful sleep. He dreamed his memories in a loop: Mainlander soldiers pouring out of their ships like a swarm of locusts as the Meraki children and dragons fell into a deep coma brought about by Chancellor Cudek’s terrible dreamshade gas. The chancellor attacking Wren with his Magic—­just as Shenli threw himself in the way. Cudek burning up the sacred Offering Tree before disappearing—­and taking Wren’s Magic with him. Most of all, Blue remembered trying to wake the other dragons through their dreams. He’d done his best—­calling on the strange golden thread for help—­but instead he’d been swallowed up in his own darkness. And there he still lingered, in the space between dreams and awake. Sometimes he could hear voices. He was sure it was River and Wren, but he could never speak to them. He couldn’t even move. Other times, he dreamed of older memories. Of his favorite horse, Cedar, and his human life as a stable boy. The sound of sparrows chirping from their nests in the rafters. The smell of hay as he settled down into his straw bed next to Cedar’s stall. Even in his dreams, he could feel the calluses on his hands from a lifetime of brushing horses and shoveling hay. He missed that life desperately. And then there was his oldest memory, a kind face with two eyes, blue as the sea, gazing down on him. His mother’s eyes. The mother he’d never known. As the days drifted on, something peculiar happened. The dreams continued on a loop, only this time flowers appeared everywhere. No matter what the dream, the ground became littered with small white five-­petaled blooms until they covered the earth. And slowly, their white petals were turning red. Every so often, a wisp of periwinkle cloud would float by. Then the sky would open up and pour down pink rain, smelling of pine and lavender, and the flowers would die. But then they always grew back a hundredfold. And something nagged at dream-­Blue. Something about the strange flowers that seemed . . . wrong. Dreadful. Dangerous. This wrongness pressed up against him with great urgency. He knew he should tell someone, only he couldn’t seem to wake. Then, on the twenty-­first day after the Fourth War, Blue the dragon stirred. Just a slight twitching of his left ear. Only no one was around to notice. So the small dragon slept fitfully, on the hill where the charred remains of the Offering Tree stood. A hill that was now covered with white five-­petaled flowers. 2. In Which There Is a Man Called Wolf On the other side of the Northern Realm, at the heart of the Mainland, Chancellor Cudek’s castle stood soundlessly against the soft moonlight. Two dragons, Orsis the Silver and Avaros the Orange, sat on either side of the castle’s perimeter, their ears perked with great diligence. Ever since the Mainland chancellor had used dreamshade to make all the dragons fall asleep, the firebreathers had been furious. After Cudek’s swift victory against the magic folk of Meraki Island a month prior, the seven dragons stationed on the Mainland now kept extr