Silent Gods

The place was called Mimir.

Askel had chosen it on purpose: at Mimir, he could be anyone except the descendant of his bloodline.

Then something caught fire inside him.

Not metaphor. Not dream. Fire. Beneath the skin, between his shoulder blades, something that had waited twenty-one years decided to wake up.

The sea was thirsty. And someone would come to drink.

Askel couldn't have known. He was too busy running — from a name, from a sister, from a mother who read runes without translating. Too busy being someone else, as long as it wasn't him.

But the blood of the sea kings does not deny itself.

New York wouldn't be an escape. It was a summons — the same summons that had allowed a father to return through the primordial void, to wear the sea like a garment, to seek vengeance for a daughter burned alive on the pyre of a kingdom.

The father of the sea was coming. And Askel only had to choose which side to stand on.

Silent Gods

is a mythological dark fantasy that weaves the rage of a young man who rejects his fate with the hunger of a primordial void that has taken the form of a man who lost everything.

A journey through identity, blood, and the price you pay to become what you've always been.