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Dr. Jeffrey Hale thought he was a master of the known—until he was hollowed out to serve as a vessel for something that never knew a mother.
Across the oceans of time, the Napa asphalt has dissolved into the freezing mud of Senlis. The pyres are lit, the King’s malice is burning, and two brothers-in-arms—relics in pursuit of a relic—have found their eternal debt called due.
When the 428 Cobra Jet screams in the shadow of the Inquisition, the only thing more dangerous than the demon at the door is the iron in a brother’s soul.
By markus machadoDr. Jeffrey Hale thought he was a master of the known—until he was hollowed out to serve as a vessel for something that never knew a mother.
Across the oceans of time, the Napa asphalt has dissolved into the freezing mud of Senlis. The pyres are lit, the King’s malice is burning, and two brothers-in-arms—relics in pursuit of a relic—have found their eternal debt called due.
When the 428 Cobra Jet screams in the shadow of the Inquisition, the only thing more dangerous than the demon at the door is the iron in a brother’s soul.