
In the Name of Ember
by Leyden Jar Does Not Discharge
About This Novel
The whispers and whispers in the dark night, the souls wandering on the immortal branches, when night falls again, and the coldness is burning in the fire of steam and machinery, will you still think of the lost name? Steam engines, mechanical technology, muskets, battleships, Leviathan; wordless scrolls, alchemy, potions, transcendence. They call this place New Leyton, the Holy Land of the Four Religions, and the Rose Fire. What is here is the steam technology that has subverted the world. This is the City of Embers, the place where the original civilization is preserved. Steam and magic are intertwined, technology and weirdness are blended. This is a city of hope and a city of despair. And me, I don't know who I am, I don't know where I come from, I just know that I forgot something very important. I will bear the name of Ember, the blade of the night.
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