Presley Brandt

In the sun-blasted caravan routes of the Gyarmath Basin, water is not merely currency—it is law. The Révész Syndicate, a ruthless cartel of distillers and warlords, controls every oasis and deep-well, strangling the desert traders and outlander settlements into compliance. István, a cold-eyed and brutally pragmatic bodyguard, plies his trade protecting the very merchants he despises. He is sharper than his clients, surviving by reading the silent language of desperation, debt, and the subtle shifts in power among the dunes.

When a catastrophic aquifer collapse obliterates the basin’s last independent water source in a single, devastating night, the delicate balance of the desert shatters. István’s current charge—a naive and idealistic scholar possessing the lost schematic for a deep-desert atmospheric collector—becomes the most valuable and hunted commodity in Gyarmath. To keep his client alive, István must navigate a collapsing society where survival means choosing between loyalty to his contract, the allure of monopolizing the new water source, and the terrifying reality that the Syndicate will burn the basin to ash before surrendering control. The trail ahead is paved with blood, broken oaths, and the creeping realization that the true power in the desert doesn't just drink the water—it bleeds it from those left behind.

A plague province where the cure rots the host faster than the sickness, and everyone knows it. Toliman, a lock- and gatekeeper who knows every untracked route through the quarantine zones, has found one uninfected sanctuary beneath the city. But when the secret to keeping that sanctuary pure threatens to unravel, Toliman must decide what he will trade to keep the rot away, and who he will feed to the healers to do it. The price of survival is physical, the politics are corrupt, and the final reckoning demands blood.