L.A. Dunn

Bramund has always been the one making the deals, arranging the contracts, and smoothing the paths for cultivators in the cutthroat tournament city of Vengskyr. He had the brains, but they had the power. When his sister Eirund is seized as collateral by the upper strata of the decennial fighting syndicate, words are no longer enough. To climb the brutal ranks of a city that literally tears itself down and rebuilds its walls every ten years, Bramund needs leverage. He strikes a deadly bargain with Varnsk, a disgraced and exiled master, to learn the forbidden arts of Strand-binding. But Varnsk’s training is a gauntlet of lethal trials designed to hollow out the apprentice's humanity. Now, Bramund must negotiate with his own breaking point, weaponizing his sharp mind alongside his newly forged martial prowess. Every tier he ascends brings him closer to Eirund, but the price of power threatens to make him indistinguishable from the monsters he is fighting to tear down.

Straton Ilvenos once mapped the safest road through any mountain in the Myrren Dominion — until one survey too honest cost him his rank, his order, and his name. Now he sells what he still does best: maps of places people would rather keep dark.

A killing wind ahead of its season drives him to the Aekelion, a lone inn on the Skorrhas Pass whose stone walls have held back worse storms than this one for three generations — for a price nobody who shelters there is ever told. When the old keeper dies holding that price back with her own hands, Straton finds himself trapped for the length of the storm with the very Order that ruined him, and with raiders who'd just as soon put a knife in everyone under that roof.

He came to read stone and get paid for it. He's about to learn what happens when the thing keeping you alive is quietly, patiently eating you instead — and that the only way out might be to break the one shelter for a hundred miles in either direction.