Drowning The Sun

Blurb

On a ship she sailed away from her doom. On a ship he sailed away from his death. The unknown was her hope. The certain future was his dismay. They both had a goal, so a deal was made.

Strangers, navigating their lives. All of them going with one hope. One hope of something greater than what they have.

Children called it a pirate treasure and dreamed of glorious stories. Folk people called it an unfortunate rumor, yet in their private rooms wished it was true. Generals of the Velirian court denied it's existence, yet in their private rooms plotted their next moves.

All of them, beautiful individual cogs of a bigger machine. If that's what kept them going, then so be it. If they remember only the gold and not the blood that was shed to get it, then the Great Three had done their job right. But can they rest in their graves? No. Not if Sorin can help it.

Letters written in dead languages. A cracked token, a map and a scarred diamond. Outlaws demanding for the right to live. White blood shed in vain. [Old people with no chill.] A crew with a dead captain. A girl on the run and thirsty for freedom and life. Hundred faces for a name. A hunt of nothing, yet everything.

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