In a city of copper and glass dust, every heartbeat has a price.
Vale is a nineteen-year-old cinder smuggler navigating the rooftops of Brassharp, a desert city ruled by an Empire that treats people as raw material. When she trades three vials of glacier water for what should be a worthless chunk of dead dragon-heart, she doesn't expect it to hatch.
The creature inside — translucent, golden-eyed, and ancient — bonds with her soul. And the bond is fatal. Every pulse of dragon power drains Vale's life force, counted in heartbeats she can never earn back. Starting from one million, the clock is ticking toward zero.
To save them both, Vale must reach Ashfall Citadel, the Empire's most heavily defended fortress, built atop the volcanic ruins of a sacred dragon forge. She's joined by Saanvi, a former desert racer on a two-year mission to rescue the woman she loves from a machine that harvests human consciousness. Together they'll cross glass dunes, navigate a black market housed inside a fossilized leviathan, and confront a grief-stricken commander whose plan to destroy every dragon left alive could take the continent with it.
But the forge demands a price of its own. And the closer Vale gets to saving the dragon in her chest, the fewer heartbeats she has left to spend.
Cindersong is a standalone fantasy novel about the cost of connection, the weight of grief, and the terrifying, irreversible choice to trust another living being with your life.
I write dark, intense fiction. The kind that crawls under your skin and stays there. Psychological thrillers, dark fantasy, and the occasional story that doesn't fit neatly into any box. But I don't like staying in one lane. I write a little bit of everything, and I go wherever the story takes me.
What I care about most is making every page earn your time. I want you hooked from the first line and still thinking about the ending days later. That's the standard I hold myself to.
If you're here, you probably like stories with teeth. Pull up a chair. I think we'll get along.