“Magick ain’t
pretty, it ain’t stars and sparkles. Magick is dirty. It’s rough. Raw.
It’s blood and guts and vomit. You hear me?”
When Prime
Lord Hark is found in a pool of his own blood on the steps of his halls, Tonmerion Hark finds his world not only turned upside down, but inside
out. His father's last will and testament forces him west across the
Iron Ocean, to the very brink of the Endless Land and all civilisation.
They call it Wyoming.
This is a story of murder and family.
In the dusty frontier town of Fell Falls, there is no silverware, no
servants, no plush velvet nor towering spires. Only dust, danger, and
the railway. Tonmerion has only one friend to help him escape the
torturous heat and unravel his father’s murder. A faerie named Rhin. A
twelve-inch tall outcast of his own kind.
This is a story of blood and magick.
But there are darker things at work in Fell Falls, and not just the
railwraiths or the savages. Secrets lurk in Tonmerion's bloodline.
Secrets that will redefine this young Hark.
This is a story of the edge of the world.
