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London 2014.
In a corrupt city where nobody can be trusted the citizens are divided in three groups.
The corrupt ones, those who have the government under control.
The neutrals, those who do not pick a side and life in fear.
And the rebels, those who stand up against the corrupt ones.
Which side would you choose?
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π SHORTLISTED FOR THE WATTYS 2025 π In Bizanth, holiness is enforced with fire, and peace is treated as heresy. The Empire is rotting from within: crushed beneath endless war, religious fanaticism, and the weight of its own contradictions. After the death of the Red Emperor, the throne passes to a young Empress who dares to speak of peace - while priests, nobles, and generals sharpen their knives behind her back. To negotiate a truce with the Arya - mountain warriors the Empire has failed to conquer for decades - they send the worst possible person. Lyn is the Archon of This World: a living religious symbol, a washed-up preacher, a former brothel accountant, and an alcoholic barely holding himself together. Cynical, exhausted, and haunted by secrets he cannot escape, he is far more useful as a scapegoat than a diplomat. But the deeper Lyn is drawn into enemy territory, political conspiracies, and the machinery of holy war, the more dangerous everything becomes - especially his growing connection with one of the very people he was taught to hate. Because in Bizanth, love can be more heretical than violence. A Bone From a Bird's Wing is a dark historical fantasy about war, faith, power, trauma, and the slow collapse of empires - perfect for readers who enjoy political fantasy, queer slow burns, morally complicated characters, and anti-war stories steeped in religious intrigue. *** The author had no intention of offending any existing religions or cultures. Bizanth can, with some effort, be loosely associated with Byzantium around the 6th-7th centuries, and Arya (with even more difficulty) with one of the pre-Islamic Iranian peoples, but for the most part, their culture and beliefs are fictional. This text has little to do with history; it contains elements of postmodernism and irony.
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