Frostmoon Abyss

The deepest black ink seeps into this place. When you dare to hope for a god to lower the curtain and look upon you, will the answer be laughter or scorn?

No. The gods don't care.

Despair fills the space between gods and mortals, and across it marches a song of heroic sorrow.

At least our blood has not yet run dry.

Our dreams lie in pieces... Then take me home...

This novel and its characters are entirely fictional. Any resemblance to real people or events is purely coincidental. Do not imitate.