by Sszark
Miguel, General of the Celestial Host, has been crossing the dead desert of Serephis for twelve days, pulled by a wound no healer can find: a cold, fist-sized hollow beneath his sternum and a question driven into every breath — what was taken from me? At the heart of a grove of metal leaves he finds the answer driven into a tree: Solmire, a sword made of living light. Wielding it brings Heaven victories it has never known. But the sword's verdicts are absolute, and absolute judgment has a cost. It isolates Miguel from his brother Gabriel, from the Council that fears him, from the compassion that once made him worth following. Soon it is no longer clear who guides whom. In Hell, the demon lord Belial feels something ancient stir in the sword's resonance — and goes looking for a weapon of his own. Book I of Chronicles of Judgment: an epic fantasy about zeal, duty, and the fall from grace, where three weapons forged before time begin to wake, and justice without understanding becomes universal condemnation.
