The True Shade of Dregs

A boy who spent eighteen years bedridden, dismissed by the government, and shipped to the front lines the moment he became useful. “They called me Vomit Boy on the first day. By the end of the month I was something I don’t have a word for.” A soldier carrying a Tier 2 Inscription the military filed under support duty — and a secret they’ve been keeping since the day they enlisted. “Small Mercies. That’s what they called it. They had no idea.” A healer who carries the name of an order that cast him out at nine years old and has been proving them wrong ever since. “I don’t give my name to those who are unworthy.” And a world where sky islands rain down monsters, soul shards are eaten like ammunition, and the difference between a dreg and a weapon is nothing but time. The True Shade of Dregs is a dark progression fantasy about forgotten things that refuse to stay forgotten — told by the worst possible people for the job. …Probably.