Blood magick. Daemons. Rent due Tuesday.
Tattiana the Blood Seer plies her odious trade in Noctara?a festering wart clinging to the blackened hide of a lightless planet. Tattie just wants to break sky and leave Noctara behind, but the neon-choked metropolis isn't done with her yet.
Tattie's one-time lover reappears, packing an illegal implant and begging for help she refuses to give. Then her co-worker makes a pact with a tentacled daemon, and their grimy back-alley club is shuttered for good. With few options left and a disgruntled electrical ghost to feed, Tattie accepts a lucrative gig from the cryptic Verna Shade. The payoff? Enough credits to buy her own space bucket and punch a permanent exit hole in the stratosphere.
The job should be easy: break into a vault patrolled by the N.E.X.'s emotionless grunt army and steal Noctara's most closely guarded secrets. But nothing's easy on this cursed ball of dirt. Failure could get her exiled, husked, or killed. Success would shatter the planet's fragile hold on peace.
Armed with the dire blood magicks of the Arcanoforge, Tattie is done hiding.
It's Noctara's turn to bleed.
