Dust "You hate the rain? How can someone hate the rain?" she asked, her eyes wide with wonder. He stared at her. Not at her words, but through them. Because when she spoke of rain, he remembered another night-sirens wailing in the distance, gun metal heavy in his trembling hands, the taste of salt from tears he couldn't stop. And her body, the one he loved, sprawled lifeless against the soaked pavement. Blood. Silence. The storm that never washed clean. Elias Will, didn't hate the rain. He hated what it carried back to him. In a world where faith is a cage and freedom a curse, Elias drifts through London searching for meaning in the dust of it all. He doesn't believe in God, but he doesn't believe in nothing either. Then comes Amara-wild, strange, alive in ways Elias has long forgotten. She asks questions he refuses to answer, forces him to look at wounds he keeps buried. But survival has a cost. And love, he learns, can be as dangerous as any bullet. Dust is a philosophical, poetic novel about the weight of belief, the fragility of love, and the ghosts we carry long after the storm has passed.