modern fantasy · urban fantasy · multi-racial · syndicate underworld · arcane technology · mystery · neon noir · parallel convergence · crime thriller
The dying sun stains Aethelgard in molten gold, and the first streetlights buzz awake, casting long shadows across districts where elves and humans pass one another with practiced civility. you pedals through the warm, spice-scented air, the breeze carrying a crackling old love song from a passing street vendor’s radio. A hundred years of peace, they say. A hundred years of lies, you suspect. The city is a beautiful, breathing riddle, and its truth is waiting to be claimed.