Winter in the Fertile Crescent

[Western Fantasy + No Female Lead + Coming of Age + Multiple Storylines]

The torch of the Renaissance pierces the benighted long night of theocracy. The verses of The Divine Comedy become a hymn that leads the pioneers onward.

Their flesh no longer crawls beneath the steps of divine revelation. They lift their heads and challenge the gods who once seemed beyond reach, earning the chance to stand as their equals.

On the Revolutions of the Heavenly Spheres listens to the sun’s path. The Principles of Natural Philosophy topples the Bastille built by king and church alike. As steel begins to throb deep beneath the earth, the power of steam and gears tears humanity from its bondage to the land.

We guide the stars, tame rivers, and wield lightning. Mortal flesh performs deeds once reserved for gods, all so we can set foot in the promised paradise.

“Teach me your way, O God; lead me in your truth, for you are the God who saves me. I wait for you all day long.”

When the third winter of “Fimbul” ends, the snow will begin to melt, the frozen rivers will flow again, and the earth will no longer belong to the gods of old.

This will be the “New Moon Fertile Crescent,” reclaimed by human hands for humankind.