The Drowned Oath

The Drowned Oath

Book Two of The Saints’ Reckoning

The kingdom rots. The Crown’s hand is broken. Princes burn with zeal. Prophets cry for fire. And the sea remembers every oath.

Prince Illarion, wasted by sickness, blazes with a zeal that consumes more than it crowns. Bogdan the priest blows on the embers, fanning ruin in God’s name. Yaroslav Krovin, wolf-scarred veteran, finds every step of fate’s path binding him tighter to chains he cannot break. Markov, quick of wit and light of hand, scrabbles like a rat in a sinking ship, yet the tide drags him deeper still.

And out of the reeds comes Yelka-wolf at her heel, raven at her shoulder, her eyes older than her face. Whether healer or curse, no man can yet say.

From drowned reeds to storm-dark stone, rebellion rises and old faiths stir. In every oath lies fire. In every oath lies blood.

The drowned remember.