Thael is not falling. It has already fallen — most people just haven't noticed yet.
Tarahn Bael is the last of the Varrenach — an ancient order of hunter-picts whose entire civilisation was destroyed in a single night of betrayal. Reborn through a forbidden ritual, he walks the broken continent of Thael carrying a curse that hungers for the very monsters he is sworn to destroy.
Each beast he slays grants him new power. Each power costs him a piece of his humanity. The marks spread across his skin like roots finding new soil. The memories of who he was grow thinner with every kill.
He seeks revenge for his people. Will he still recognize his purpose when the time finally comes to enact retribution.
Every hunt costs him a piece of himself. Every hunt brings him closer to the truth of his people's destruction.
Fiend Hunter is a dark fantasy series that follows one man moving through a world that has already fallen, trying to prevent worse things from seeping through the cracks.
To kill the beast he must become the beast.
The birds fly north each evening. Seven. Sometimes eight.
They fly in formation, but not through instinct; instinct scatters, instinct reacts to wind and terrain and the proximity of other flocks. These birds fly with purpose.
Something directs them. Something north of the treeline.
My curse stirs when I face that direction. Not violently. Constantly.
The marks have reached my hands.
I saw them two weeks ago, black lines threading across my knuckles like roots seeking water.
They are at my throat now. I feel them when I swallow.
At night my hearing opens without my permission. I catch the wingbeats of owls a mile out, the footfall of deer in timber I cannot see.
This isn't a story of a world that can be saved. It's a story of one man moving through a world that is already fallen, trying to prevent even worse things from seeping through its cracks. Each novel takes Tarahn to a new settlement, a new beast, a new reckoning with what he is becoming.
Every beast he kills grants new power. Every power costs him a piece of his humanity. How long until he becomes the very fiend he hunts?
Each novel forces a choice: power or humanity. Victory or identity. How much of yourself can you sacrifice before there's nothing left to save?
Dark bestial adversaries that mirror all types of twisted folklore and nightmarish familiarity.
Dark, grounded fantasy with weight and consequence. A world beyond darkness, that reflects its darkness towards those who pry.
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