A Crown of Yew and Ash

A Crown of Yew and Ash

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WpMetadataNoticeLast published Sat, Feb 1, 2025
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Fantasy
The Black Crusaders are dead. Their legacy burned, their Order shattered, their sacred oaths buried beneath ash and ruin. Only Grandmaster Silas remains-a lone knight clad in blackened armor, crowned with Yew, and wielding a sword forged to judge both the living and the dead. To the world, he is a relic of a forgotten war, feared more than the monsters he hunts-a ghost in iron, walking the line between life and death. But the darkness that consumed his brothers was no accident. There are whispers beyond the Veil-of an ancient betrayal, of a name Silas once called brother, now lost to shadows. Haunted by echoes of the past, hunted by the corruption festering in the world he swore to protect, Silas marches toward a reckoning in blood, ash, and the broken promises of men. The last Black Crusader carries more than a sword. He holds the weight of the dead.
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LURE

After Seely's death, El wears the crown of leadership unwillingly, her ship a crumbling husk of ancient tech and silence. The others look to her for safety, but when a sealed deck stirs to life, she feels only the weight of a curse awakening. The comms hub whispers of Earth, but not the world they left -a wasteland, haunted by plague and ruin. And then comes Silas, a voice too smooth, too eager, threading devotion with something darker. Worse still is Nana, the girl dragged from cryogenic sleep, pale and wrong, radiant with an alien hunger the others cannot see. El smells doom in the recycled air. The vessel is shifting, the eyes are watching, and she knows. Something has already claimed them.

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