When the gods of Gentricus wage war, they brand mortals with prophecy and let the world bleed.
Elter never asked to be chosen. Not by prophecy. Not by the soothsayer who warned he had a one-in-two chance of surviving, and not the good half. All he wanted was Rolisha. But when a Dinehin-worshipping coven raids their city in service of the gods, the lovers are torn apart and thrown into separate slave carts. Elter is marked for death. Rolisha is bound for worse.
Elter doesn't yet know a divine war has begun. He doesn't know he's said to be the Genieavesin's chosen, or that a celestial rune has begun binding itself to his name. He doesn't even know what the damn thing is. All he knows is that Rolisha is gone. And if he doesn't fight his way through blood and fire to reach her, no one will.
Content note: This novel contains graphic violence and mature themes. Intended for adult readers.
