The gods are always watching. Under their watchful eyes the greed and war that men had wrought angered them. The Watchers, as the small folk called them, shrouded the world in a darkness, so that the people faltered and died as the Gods stripped away at life one piece of gold at a time. Centuries on

In a world where memory is erased and silence is law, one boy awakens with a glyph he should not bear. His name is Zephryn—but the world forgot him long ago. Hunted by the Hollow Choir. Haunted by a fire he doesn’t understand. And drawn toward a pulse that hums louder with every step. Child of Az