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SOIL: A Dusk and Dawn Novel

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Expected 22 Dec 26
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SOME HUNGERS CANNOT BE SATED.

The Village in the Shins sits at the edge of the known world, overlooked by the tallest Guardians and protected by something older than memory. Its people are sincere, stubborn, and slowly starving, except for Ithica, whose garden blooms through the hardest winters, whose hands coax life from frozen soil. Yet her prayers for a child of her own go unanswered year after year.

When strangers arrive from the south-a pallid scholar and his beautiful apprentice, both bearing a deadly secret-the village opens its doors as it always has. But something watches from the treeline. Children wander into the frigid woods and never return. An ancient power is feeding on the land, and the most unlikely soul in the village, a fierce, lonely girl who hasn't been home in days, may be the only one who sees it clearly. Overshadowed by the sorcerous presence of an old god, haunted by the ghosts of lost and frozen children, Ithica and the Shinfolk must free themselves from an insatiable hunger.

SOIL is the second stand-alone entry in the Dusk and Dawn series, a story about what we grow, what we yearn for, and the terrible things we carry into the places we call home.

Fans of Steven Erikson's Malazan Book of the Fallen and Joe Abercrombie's The Heroes, will love this gripping tale.

338 pages, Kindle Edition

Expected publication December 22, 2026

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July 15, 2026
Mills scratches at the frozen skin of a hardscrabble land, unleashing a tale that seeps forth like lifeblood from a cold wound. Worthy of the skalds of old.
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