A woman like no other who longs for acceptance. A precision killer inspired by the dream of his captain. The last member of a murdered race, fighting to avenge his people against the overwhelming might of the Guild…and the dark powers behind it.
The Sublime Brotherhood of Steersmen holds the Middle Stratum in its iron grip. Jaren Peregrine, last of the Gen, raids across the fringe spheres beside Nakvin—a pilot whose relationship with her captain transcends the professional, apprentice steersman Deim, and laconic mercenary Teg Cross.
Hunted by the ruthless Master Malachi, Jaren and his crew reluctantly join an occult conspiracy to break the Guild’s monopoly with an experimental ship. But when its maiden voyage goes awry, the Exodus flies farther off course than its crew could have imagined.
Lost in a forgotten netherworld, Nakvin, Jaren, and their crew face mutinous officers, hellish riddles, and a stowaway necromancer whose mask hides more than his face. They turn to an exiled priest who discovers a secret incubating within the Exodus—an enigmatic evil with a startling connection to Nakvin.
When Jaren strikes a fiendish bargain, his bond with Nakvin is tested, Teg’s identity is imperiled, and Deim’s sanity is shaken. Only the Words of Creation offer hope of escape, but finding them means racing a demon lord to the mythical Place where old gods die and new gods emerge—whether for good or ill as yet unknown…
My sincere thanks go out to everyone who helped make this day possible, especially my brilliant editor L. Jagi Lamplighter, my cover artist Marcelo (you’re a genius!), and the talented folks at Polgarus Studio. (Special thanks to Jason for letting me plug my book here!)
And thanks again to all of my beta readers and everyone who supported this project. We may have seen the first glimmers of what lies over the horizon.