The Burned Diary is a collection of 4 book pages:

“I hear her even when she sleeps. Her voice crackles like dry bark in the hearth. She says the fire remembers. That it knows who wronged us. I asked her what she meant. She only smiled… and lit my shadow on fire.”

“The bones of this land are brittle and blackened. We dig into the scorched earth and plant her gifts. When the time comes, they will rise. I will see Branlow kneel—or burn. I do not care which.”

“The tunnel is a mouth, and we are the breath that carries her hunger. Marta’s eyes are hollow. She does not know what she set free. Cindralia feeds on more than wood and flesh. She feeds on grudge.”

“Tonight she said my name in the flame. I felt it in my teeth, in my blood. I am hers. We all are. When her true form rises, the city will look upon fire—and see its own reflection.”