by A. Noctua
For twenty years, Soren has killed whoever the Keepers of the Flow told him to kill. He has never asked why. He has never hesitated. He has never, in two hundred and forty-six deaths, heard anything in the silence after. Until the two hundred and forty-seventh. The man he killed tonight didn't disperse. His purpose — the reason he lived, the substance the Keepers trade in and stockpile and sell — didn't return to the air. It went into Soren instead. And now it won't leave. Soren doesn't know what he is. The Keepers do. They've known since before they recruited him, twenty years ago, as a child with no purposes of his own yet to surrender. He isn't their executioner. He's their bank. Hollow Purpose is a dark fantasy series about a man who spent two decades being aimed and the moment he discovers, too late, that every death he dealt was a transaction he didn't understand — and that someone has been keeping the books.
