The Last Berserker

Everything Jericho knows about the world is a lie. Tonight he opens the door that proves it. Jericho has followed a prophecy across the Night to a wall of black stone where giants worship the machines of the old world. Behind their sacred vault lies the knowledge to unite the six tribes against the god-king. The giants believe he is the prophet who will open it. Wrong prophet, wrong reasons, and his hand fits the lock anyway. Inside, the old world is not dead. It is watching. The machine that walked him into the dark answers to someone else, and the more Jericho learns about the god-king, the less he can trust anyone who found him first. Every step toward the truth is a step away from the only family he has. Outside, the Berserkers hold the gate with borrowed blood and a demon in their ears, two brothers buying time with lives. Back in the dome, the light is flickering. Twelve nights until something comes from the east, and no one can say whether to pray for it or arm against it. A ship that forgot it was a ship. Gods that forgot they were made. Awake iron. The sky is coming down.