N.B. Vance

In the kingdom of Yan, power is measured in scars. The ruling families hoard inherited agony, weaponizing it into magic that bends reality to their will. But the kingdom is dying. A lethal season known as the Withering is accelerating, systematically claiming lives and turning flesh to ash as the days run down.

Gao Lin is a scavenger in the lower districts, born with an innate ability to perceive the history of broken things—to see what a shattered sword used to be, or the forgotten function of a ruined artifact. Given just thirty days before the Withering claims him, Lin must navigate a brutal socio-political landscape to find a cure. He refuses to wait for death. Instead, he orchestrates a dangerous ascent, trading secrets parsed from the wreckage of the powerful, forming fragile alliances, and confronting those who hoard suffering as a commodity. His singular drive sets him on a collision course with the very lords who orchestrated the Withering to control the population. Wait for nothing. Take everything. Time is the only resource left.

The theocracy of Ashqar does not pray for its miracles. It mines them.

Beneath the suffocating dust of the outlands, the fossilized corpse of a titan provides the church with its sacred power, and every sliver of unpurified bone belongs strictly to the state. Qadim is a long-haul courier whose heart is slowly giving out—a fatal liability in a world that burns the weak as impurities. Survival on the grueling overland routes means knowing the harsh geography, dodging the clerical checkpoints, and strictly ignoring the screams of those who dig the holy rot.

But when a bleeding priest forces a piece of absolute heresy into Qadim’s hands—a shard of true bone that is still fiercely, impossibly regenerating—he becomes the target of a perfectly rational, impeccably ruthless inquisition. Trapped by his own failing health, a lethal desert, and an inspector who will methodically burn the continent to stop him, Qadim must barter, bleed, and smuggle the ultimate contraband across the extraction zone. The penalty for failure is the pyre. The reward might just be the one surgical miracle that keeps his dying heart beating.