The stories of the old gods are true. They came from a convulsion of the universe, a chance and temporary order by which future chaos could best be ensured. Birthed in moments that might have been millennia, they found themselves in the void; its sole inhabitants, seething with entropy and separation and light. Alone, and angry to exist, in their supreme isolation and ultimate other-ness they instinctively lashed out, and in doing so created all the features and worlds of the heavens. Every s...| Matt Gemmell
Today, his name was Wouters, but only until the border. Once he got past the checkpoint, he would be travelling under a different identity, making the change of documents in a parking spot, or a filling station, or whenever the first opportunity presented itself. He had the new papers ready, of course, taped to the underside of one of the rear floormats, and he hadn’t memorised the new name yet. For now, he was still Wouters. The most pressing matter was his vehicle. Borders in this part of...| Matt Gemmell
KESTREL face a new and terrifying enemy: an all-seeing mastermind who already knows exactly who they are, and many of their deepest secrets. Nothing stays hidden forever, and the line between privacy and liberty is razor-thin…| Matt Gemmell
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