The gods are dead and the world with them.

Except those the the Neoteric Lords of the new world managed to save.

What was the price of that salvation though?

And what might be the price of a new beginning?

Book 1 – Waking the Divine

Little never knew the touch of the sun’s rays, it was devoured long before she was born. In it’s place dread Lords brought the world salvation via fire fed with the bodies of the unworthy, water which drinks the blood of legions, and wind which corrupts the breath of those who tend it.

Little always knew her fate was to burning as kindling so that those above her could live, and only a lightless, empty sky waited for any prayers that could be uttered to the contrary. The gods were dead, devoured along with the sun.

Everyone knew that.

But everyone was wrong.

Book 2 – Forging Faith

Jilya was one of the pure and holy. A Sylvan daughter of the Everlasting Garden, preserved in a dead world by undying love and unity of her people and the Divine Tree Mazana through the auspices of the Neoteric Lord, the First Tender.

In the Garden of Mazana there was no strife, and no suffering. All were content. All were one in the worship of their Lord and Savior.

All except Jilya and her demon.