The survivors-the twenty percent who remained-were not spared as an act of mercy. They were the threads still holding the gods together, the last tenuous connections to their purpose. Without humans, the gods would begin to fade. Not immediately, but surely.
And worse still, humanity had left something behind. Their endless curiosity, their hunger for power, their refusal to submit-it had given form to something the gods couldn't control.
The voids where humanity had once thrived began to fill with Echoes-fragments of human will, unbound by flesh. The Echoes did not mourn or fear; they hungered. They fed on what remained of the gods' powers, growing more potent, more coherent, and more dangerous with every passing moment.
The gods now face an impossible truth: the very act of erasing humanity has set into motion their own undoing. To restore balance, they must find a way to stop the Echoes. But to do that, they must confront the last remnants of humanity-both the survivors and the terrible truths they left behind.
Humanity was flawed. Dangerous. Destructive. But the gods now realize that without them, the universe itself cannot survive. And the longer the gods hesitate, the more the Echoes grow, becoming not just a
reflection of humanity's defiance but something far worse.
Not a mirror. Not revenge. A replacement
After an apocalyptic event that thrusts the world into a new ice age, Calestia - a 17-year-old girl with a strong will - must learn to survive on a land infested with gangs, guns, and distrust.
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Nobody knows what day it is anymore. Nobody knows the month, the day of the week...and the only way to tell time is by the slight change in the color of the sky from grey to black every twenty-four hours. If a day even is twenty-four hours anymore. The planet is dead. The people are dead. Snow falls down upon piles of bodies like the ash of a volcanic eruption. Except, the snow doesn't stop. It never does. It continues to fall and fall until you wonder if it is even possible for another flake to come down and land silently in your hair. But it does. They do. There are few survivors of what the remaining have started to call the end of the world. The Apocalypse. Few who are still brave or scared of death enough to face the torture that is living. I am one of those survivors.
Book One of the Snow Series
Highest ranking: #3 in Sci-Fi
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