When three blood moons hang in the sky, the world splits in two beneath the shadow of quantum forces.
He is a walking tombstone, code-named Shadow. Sealed inside the crystalline scar on his left shoulder is the last spark of human civilization. The sharpest blade in the Blood Oath Alliance, he has become the top target of the leadership's Civilization Harvest Plan. From the three-dimensional battlefield of Rust City to the Antarctic quantum graveyard, every bullet that passes through his head sends ripples through the river of history. The girl who vanished in the orphanage fire twenty years ago is now aiming at his heart through a sniper scope.
Every member of the Bullet Trace Squad is afflicted with a terrible secret:
- The spine of battlefield medic White Dove contains the switches for three hundred clones. The hand she uses to stitch wounds once signed the human extermination protocol.
- The mechanic Anvil's prosthetic eye reflects memories that have been altered thirty-seven times. His toolbox hides the key to rebooting civilization.
- The barcode on the back of genius hacker fledgling's neck is bleeding. It is the countdown to death he carved for his own sister.
The chessboard of the Seven Seats of the Blood Oath has long since crossed time and space:
The neural mycelium of the Machine God Cult is parasitizing heads of state. A bronze colossus on the far side of the moon is exhaling oxytocin from 1998. The fetus in Lady Swan's womb is devouring its counterparts from parallel worlds. When Shadow discovers that his crystallized blood can ignite stars, but is also the final password to opening the womb of war, he must face a truth more cruel than death.
The woman who hummed him a lullaby in the quantum storm is the very tyrant who will one day place human civilization in a petri dish.
When you say, “I would pull the trigger for justice,” can you hear the three million versions of you throughout history telling the same lie?
