Of Storm and Bone

THE BURNING DAWN SERIES The dawn will not break gently. It will catch fire on the spires of a world too old to bend. Traditions will not be reformed or debated. They will be shattered. This revolution will not carry banners. It will carry grudges, addictions turned to weaponry, and the ghost-memory of burned heretics. It will be led by: The daughter who should have worn the crown. The sister who woke the dragons. The spoilt brother who took the throne. The slave who became king. The addicts with nothing left to lose. The prophet with no temple. The soldier who avenged in fire. They will not build a new order from old stones. They will salt the earth where the old world stood. Let the Old Covenant perish. Let the Old Ways prosper. Let the sun, in its full wrath, melt the Blood Throne and cast its pieces to the winds. Can the Othian Empire stand this flame? Will thrones endure? Kings? The Burning Dawn will not ask for justice. It will take vengeance, in fire, in choice, in broken chains and rewritten prayers. And when the smoke clears, there will be no more Still God. His altar shall be lost forever, his priests silenced. Only still, breathing people, and dragons circling free, above.