This is a story of an Evil lord. But it's not told by the grinning, lantern-jawed heroes or simpering sorceresses who have been trying to kill him for three hundred years.
It is the story of Kuhal Moer, uneducated son of a drunken warlord, and of how he came to be the single most feared entity this side of Death himself. And when the hero of your saga is a cynical and slightly unhinged young necromancer, you can bet that the villains are going to be something else entirely...
Kuhal Moer wields powers that bend gods into trembling wrecks as he summons towering beasts from the...
This is a story of an Evil lord. But it's not told by the grinning, lantern-jawed heroes or simpering sorceresses who have been trying to kill him ...
The wings of vengeance unfurl over a world in flames...
Kuhal Moer has risen to the heights - and sunken to the depths - of necromancy. His enemies lie broken, his tower broods over a plain of fused and cracked glass, and his legacy is a reign of terrified peace beyond his borders. But three centuries of change have passed him by. And forces are stirring in the world of Yrde which threaten to make even the most potent Dark Lord an irrelevancy... From the East come the Kothrai, a race of raiders and reavers sailing their black ships before sorcerous winds. From the North...
The wings of vengeance unfurl over a world in flames...
Kuhal Moer has risen to the heights - and sunken to the depths - of necromancy. His ...
The human race tore itself apart during the Age of Judgment.
We unleashed enough firepower to vaporize whole nations, poisoning the Earth and grinding civilization down to the politics of muscle and steel. Dark days came. War-dog days, like some ethanol-fueled b-movie.
Then came word of the Last City. A new Elysium welded together from the carcass of our old technology. A place ruled by a god-machine named Kronos, Guardian Engine of Humanity.
Too bad that it's gone insane. Even worse that its two thousand- year-long master program has actually come to fruition,...
The human race tore itself apart during the Age of Judgment.
We unleashed enough firepower to vaporize whole nations, poisoning the Earth an...
Kaito Kayzi is used to weird. As a criminal hacker-savant in a city where technology is tied up with religion, 'strange' is a prerequisite. But tonight is a little different. Tonight, the weird have gone to war. Up above, in the sterility of the upper towers, a frighteningly ambitious businessman is making his play for a lordly title... and the two-thousand-year-old terraforming engine that goes with it. In the Subcity, the crooked cop who used to hire Kaito for 'extracurricular duties' has been used as meat for a military experiment. And his best friend, the formidable...
Kaito Kayzi is used to weird. As a criminal hacker-savant in a city where technology is tied up with religion, 'strange' is a prerequisite. B...
The apocalypse unfolds in shattered neon and bloody steel, and all that stands in its way is a crew of drug-fiends, criminals, renegades and madmen...
This time it's gonna be taking no prisoners, no quarter given, and the devil will LITERALLY take the hindmost. Kaito loses his mind, but gains a few thousand megatons of nuclear firepower. Jaqub Haszan finds himself oddly attracted to the woman who's trying to kill him. And Octavio Vanecke is born again... although not in any kind of a religious sense.
By the time you turn the last page, you'll...
And so it's come to this
The apocalypse unfolds in shattered neon and bloody steel, and all that stands in its way is a crew of drug-fiends...