A boy and a girl, fated to rule all. Two will rise, and One will fall. — James Patterson, The Fire
A boy and a girl, fated to rule all. Two will rise, and One will fall. — James Patterson, The Fire
A boy and a girl, fated to rule all. Two will rise, and One will fall. — James Patterson, The Fire
A boy and a girl, fated to rule all. Two will rise, and One will fall. — James Patterson, The Fire
A boy and a girl, fated to rule all. Two will rise, and One will fall. — James Patterson, The Fire
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A boy and a girl, fated to rule all. Two will rise, and One will fall.

— James Patterson, The Fire
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