WHAT GODS HAVE BOUND

In the kingdom of Aethon, the Church of the Undying Flame decides who lives and who burns.

Magic is sacred but only if it flows through the right blood. Everyone else is an abomination. Everyone else is hunted.

Sable Dren has spent her entire life making herself invisible. Scribe's apprentice. Archive dweller. Nobody. She keeps her sleeves long, her head down, and her cursed blood bound beneath layers of ink and old scar tissue, a ritual her dead mother taught her before the Church took everything else.

It's held for twenty-two years. It won't hold forever.

When a routine Church inspection gets too close, Sable runs. But something far worse than inspectors is already on her trail, an Ashborn enforcer who never loses his target, and a High Priest who doesn't want her dead.

He wants her found.

Somewhere in the Church's sealed vaults is a prophecy written in a language only cursed blood can read. A prophecy that ends with either the death of a god or the death of everything.

And it has her name in it.

Dark fantasy. Medieval theocracy. Morally grey MC. No romance. Updates frequently.