A gothic romantasy unlike any other…
Five soldiers rode across the plains,
At a cave they arrived.
Green light shone from far within,
So sought it, the brave five.
A pulsing power, a stone half-buried,
Beckoned, taunted, coaxed.
Til five brave men, in unison did,
Touch left hand to olden rock.
Bring. Take. Raise. Change. See.
Three princes, each, shall come to thee.
Monsters to guide kings to thrones,
To keep real monsters chained with blood and bone.
Your immortal burden cold and lonely,
Hear! Rule until the bloody finish.
For the mighty never stirred at dawn,
They burst forth at dusk,
into toothed beast’s yawn.
In the 1200 years since The End, fifty mothers in my line have passed the truth to their daughters. They passed truths of how the world was, of how the world changed, and even mythical stories of powerful romances that sparked great tragedy and war.
Those romances are dead and gone, and as the fiftieth daughter, I am determined the truths of my ancestors will die with me too.
I will be the last daughter to bury her withered mother.
But ancients pull back the bloodied curtain without warning, and I cannot unsee the hidden world revealed beyond. Sinister impossibilities lurk in this walled city. They have always existed—dusk immortals who battle and prowl, filled with menace and conflicting purpose. And they, even the dark creature I blind with my presence, must decide the fate of all.
Yet fifty mothers prepared for nightfall. They knew five kings could not win.
Now the fiftieth daughter will walk into the toothed beast’s yawn.
For the mighty never stirred at dawn… and I’m about to inherit something more monstrous than the truth.