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Rebecca's story isn't over; it's just begun. We check in on her family on Earth as they move on, and our favorite narrator has a few things to say about that.

Previously on The Queen of the Underverse… Lyrie chose to stay behind, freeing the remaining Memory Orphans. Chalky and S’Rah, left with no good options, improvised a plan to save Rebecca. Sometimes a plan is just waiting and hoping it holds. Then there are the plans you don’t survive unchanged. Ye saga continues…

A Note from Yuunral Naretar, Archivist of Questionable Accuracy, Interrupter of Authorial Intent: So, our dear Foto Dono claims he is “knee deep” in final edits for the book. Let me assure you, readers — I’ve seen the drafts. He is not knee deep. He is swimming in edits. He is marinating in edits. At this point, he is 73% caffeine, 12% panic, 9% misplaced semicolons, and 6% “WHY DID I WRITE THIS SCENE LIKE THIS?” He insists the book will release on December 15th, “whether he’

From the unofficial biography of Queen Lyra - Monarch or Mad Immortal Woman, written by Yuunral Naretar. This is the introduction from the twenty-volume set, located in the biography section of the Unwritten Library, situated on the eastern shores of the Fallen Sea. A Brief History of Queen Lyra - The Last Queen of the Underverse - By Yuunral Naretar

Previously on The Queen of the Underverse…Trapped in a sealed room with no clear escape, Rebecca finds herself at the mercy of Kai and Asher. Her greatest fear isn’t for herself, but for S’Rah, the Memory Orphan she’s sworn to protect. Time is slipping through her fingers, and the walls are closing in. Meanwhile, Chalky and Lyrie begin their search. Together, they’re the Underverse’s last, best, and only chance of reaching Rebecca and S’Rah before it’s too late.

She once drifted beside Sarah Mitchel, friendship forged in silence and oxygen. Together they laughed at the absurdity of surviving in space—until the stars lied, and the Doorwhere opened. Rebecca Lopez fell through light, memory, and myth into a world where dreams have teeth and gods forget their names. She found allies, a child, and hope. Now the void has swallowed her—and the hope she called S’Rah is lost.

Previously on The Queen of the Underverse…Commander Rebecca Lopez, an astronaut lost in space, stepped through the Doorwhere from Everywhere into the Underverse—a realm of memory, myth, and madness. She’s found unlikely allies: a marble woman, a half-lizard Provider, a living blanket, and younglings born of memories. One—S’Rah—has captured her heart. But darkness has found her again in Amberford, where memories are currency.

Previously on The Queen of the Underverse…Rebecca’s world tilts after saving Shean and the younglings. Chalky and Firecloak hunt her trail through Amberford’s winding streets. In the corners of the Market, Kai’s shadows wait—and hunger. Now comes laughter, shopping, and memories… before the dark remembers them back. Ye saga continues…

Previously on The Queen of the Underverse… Rebecca finally made it to Amberford—after a few totally unplanned detours and heroic delays. Along the way, she discovered some new abilities and saved an entire bus full of kids (because that’s just how she rolls). Now- She takes a breather… and learns that Amberford isn’t quite what it seems. Ye saga continues…

Previously on The Queen of the Underverse…Rebecca is on her own — but along the way, she ends up saving a bus full of kids… or younglings, as they call themselves. In the process, she discovered a side of herself she didn’t know existed — one that could fight, bleed, and protect those who needed her most. Now— She’s finally reached Amberford, marking the first quarter of her journey home. Hopefully, there won’t be any more delays… Ye saga continues…

Tales from the Memory Market were never written down. They can’t be. The Memory Market Council wouldn’t allow it. However, they can be found in the Unwritten Library located on the eastern shores of the Fallen Sea. There are over 1000 volumes. The following tale is from a collection of stories by a Memory Market Merchant called Auntie Myne. She likes to think she’s being kind. This is her last story before she disappeared.

Queens leave fancy notes. Providers leave warnin’s. Blue moon’s up. Aetherrucks hummin’. Younglings in cages tryin’ not ta cry. I’m bleedin’ a bit—don’t make a fuss. If ya see a dagger in mah back, do me a kindness and don’t pull it out. Cursed things got rules. Rebecca? Folks whisper Queen when she runs past with that big damn tree. Maybe she is, maybe she ain’t. Crowns don’t matter much when bars need bendin’. She laughs in a storm and still carries ya out of it.

Ah, Chapter 15. Strange, isn’t it? I’m dead, and yet my voice still trails after the story like perfume on an empty throne. That’s the trouble with queenship in the Underverse — you never quite leave, even when you’re gone. Rebecca thinks she’s only carrying a tree trunk. She imagines herself improvising, astronaut-turned-barbarian, battering her way through mercenaries. But we both know she’s hefting something heavier: the kind of weight that decides who lives and who doesn’