The last of the gods-made-flesh is dead. In the sudden vacuum of power, many will struggle to control Nakhacevir of the Thirteen Paths. When the blood of the gods is at stake, there can be no friends and no allies.
There is only the blood. And the Harvest God who waits to reclaim it. More
The last of the gods-made-flesh is dead. In the sudden vacuum of power, many will struggle to control Nakhacevir of the Thirteen Paths.
Abass, one-time thief and pander, finds his return home cut short when the weight of having killed a god descends on him. When he leaves Khi’ilan, hoping to find a way to protect his family and forget the betrayals he has suffered, Abass finds himself drawn to Khaskander the Liberator, self-proclaimed emperor of Nakhacevir. Instead of safety, though, Abass is drawn deeper into the intrigues of Khaskander’s camp, where loyalties are always shifting.
Dying from the same magic that gives her strength, Fadhra sets out to finish what she has started: the total destruction of the eses. Her determination to kill the warrior-priests, though, forces her to make uneasy alliances within the ranks of the eses themselves, and soon she finds herself torn again between her love for Abass and her desire for vengeance.
Winter moves upon Cenarbasi. When Sefiye, a fat, middle-aged scholar, finds herself suddenly thrown from her comfortable post, she decides to travel north. Seeking confirmation for her heretical beliefs, Sefiye begins a search along the border of Nakhacevir that not only threatens to undermine the Cehulet priests of Cenarbasi but also holds the promise of a much darker secret. Something that even the rainbow gods of Cenarbasi wish to hide.
When the blood of the gods is at stake, there can be no friends and no allies.
There is only the blood. And the Harvest God who waits to reclaim it.