P.N. Quill

Across the drowned moons of the outer void, colossal aqueducts of boiling brine connect five oceanic worlds along suspended troughs of surging water. Ta'ani is an illiterate ballast-trimmer and heavy steam-harpooner aboard an iron dredging barge, accustomed only to the scald of boiler grease and the butchery of deep-canal predators. When the militarized High Fire cartel burns his vessel and slaughters his harbor-kin to seize absolute monopoly over the celestial transit locks, Ta'ani salvages a deck gun and carries the hunt into the boiling deep. Wielding volatile sulfur-iron that leaches heat to flash-freeze hulls and vent lethal steam blasts, he pursues the cartel's predatory dreadnoughts across the freezing void. Yet vengeance carries a crippling cost: every shot drains the waterways keeping his people alive, and the dreadnoughts he hunts carry the only stolen heat cores keeping the five moons from freezing solid.

In the inland city-state of Norgund, towering anti-fallout light-diffusers and perpetual sodium floodlights have banished shadows day and night. Under this relentless illumination, warfare has mutated: insurgent commandos and elite state hunters employ Index-Shearing—a precise technology that bends light vectors through ionized noble gas cartridges, projecting an operative's visible phantom fifty paces away from their true flesh. Einarund, a weary municipal optical technician tasked with keeping the elevated highway arrays lit, stumbles upon anomalous refractions that reveal a brutal truth: state counter-insurgents are using cloaked kill-squads to disappear dissenters, while the radical insurgents he sympathizes with intend to flood his district with lethal gas to butcher every civil worker in the sector. Caught between state extermination flares and insurgent terror, Einarund must manipulate the city's power grid to survive an escalating urban meatgrinder where sight itself is a deadly weapon.