FACELESS: A Powerless Story

FACELESS: A Powerless Story

There are several versions of the story Lauren Roberts has told you.

She told you of a Prince and a thief. She told you of a Kingdom built on blood and the Trials that nearly tore it apart. But there is a story she forgot-or perhaps, one she never wanted you to know.

This is the story of a ghost.

While the Kingdom of Ilya watched the capital burn during the Purging Trials, a darker secret was rotting in the soot-stained streets of the south. The news of King Edric Azer's death has reached the salt-cracked lips of Tando, leaving a power vacuum that smells of smoke and desperation. Far from the gilded gates of Astrum, a boy with no name fights for scraps behind a mask of scorched leather.

To the pits, he is Faceless. To himself, he is a man clinging to a half-torn photograph of a woman he's never met and a past that doesn't want to be found.

He thinks he is alone. He thinks his "luck" is invisible. He has no idea that every move he makes is being watched by eyes that have followed him for three years.

Matilda Corbin doesn't care about the Prince's games or the changing of the crown. She only cares about the boy in the mask. She is a shadow in a city dying under the weight of a plague, sharpening her hatred until it is as lethal as the truth. She is waiting for the perfect moment to unmask him-to show the world that even in the dirt of the Shallows, secrets can bleed.

The King is dead. The Enforcer has fled. And in the dark, the only thing more dangerous than a ghost is the girl who knows his name.