Vesper Desrosiers

Sailing across the singing glass dunes of Kauhale takes nerve, a swift skiff, and a healthy appreciation for danger. I had all three until Hinanui stepped into my path. She is an exiled goddess of mirages with a penchant for dramatic exits, razor-sharp wit, and impossible schemes. An usurper has taken her throne and deployed sonic war-engines that threaten to shatter our crystalline country into dust. She needs my sand-skiff to outrun the mechanical crawler fleet; I need her strange glass magic to keep us in one piece. But as we race under blazing twin moons, her clever illusions cannot hide the genuine passion blooming between us.

Danique Oosterkerk is the most wanted thief across the floating ziggurats of the Tri-Vault, famous for her daring roof-top escapes and complete lack of reverence for the gods. Joris van Veldt is the champion of the Dawn Shield: solemn, impossibly broad-shouldered, and sworn by sacred oath to bring her to the bronze cages. But when Danique scales the high sanctum to liberate the priceless Falcon-Aegis, Joris corners her just as traitorous cultists blow the temple’s keystone to dust. Falling together through the cloud-belts on a single kinetic grapple-stone, Joris saves her life—and Danique repays the favor by stealing his breath. Now branded fugitives together, they must dance across crumbling mountain plates, trading wicked parries and searing kisses while running from every soldier in the sky.