MAPLESS
In Torem, the gods are dying.
No one says it out loud. The priests call it rest. The fires on the altars grow smaller but everyone can see.
Vorn has been on the road for ten years. A mercenary, broad-shouldered, with a nameless spirit at his side. In every city he has passed through, he has seen the same thing: offerings collected in the name of gods, the sick left waiting in the name of gods, the dead buried by his own hands in the name of gods. He wants to kill them. He doesn't know how.
Veyra had no family but she did. Open Hand, an underground library that gave forbidden knowledge to anyone who sought it. A raid one night took everything. Veyra escaped with three books the Silent Pages, the Book of Seven Bonds, and one with no name at all — a mysterious mark on her arm that has been there since birth, and a cold rage she cannot put down.
They find each other at the same temple. A sleeping god with no name binds them together literally and otherwise. Now they cannot separate. And there is only one place left to go.
Blackmaw.
The forbidden zone. Where no one enters, and no one returns. At the very heart of Torem, ringed by the Deathless Ridges, where everything began and everything will end.
They have no map. They never will.