Iane measures the world for a living, and she is never wrong.
This time, being right is going to get her killed.
Iane is a surveyor. On one job her measurements say something impossible: the sea does not end. It curves back on itself, and no matter how many times she checks, the answer is the same. The whole world is closed in. The sky is not really a sky. It is a lid over everything, and every person alive is sealed underneath it.
The lid is held shut by magic, and the magic has a price. To keep it strong, names are carved into human bone, and each one costs a real person a finger, a leg, or years off their life. The order that collects this payment takes it from the poor, over and over, and calls it mercy. They have done it for ten thousand years.
Now Iane knows the secret the order kills to keep. And they have already sent their best inquisitor to burn her.
His name is Castor, the order's finest inquisitor. He has burned wiser souls than Iane for knowing far less, and he has never once failed. He is already on the road.
The seal is failing now on its own, and it cannot be mended. Soon the whole world will face the choice Iane already has: keep paying in flesh to hold the dark shut, or let it open, and meet what has waited ten thousand years to get out.
THE FALSE SKY is Book One of THE BROKEN VAULT, a grimdark epic for readers of Joe Abercrombie, Mark Lawrence, and Anna Smith Spark.
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. The world is a sealed vault. The sky is its lid. And the woman who measured it is going to be erased for knowing. Iane Coriol surveys coastlines for an empire that prices its citizens by the year. She is careful, lawful, and very good at her work - which is exactly what damns her. On a dead northern shore she measures a coast that curves back on itself, a sea that does not end but *encloses*, and understands the truth the gods have spent ten thousand years burying: the world is a cell, and someone built it. The truth is heresy. The sentence is erasure - not death, but unmaking, soul and name struck from the only book that says you ever existed. To live, Iane runs to the drowned underworld beneath the city and carves her first forbidden sigil into her own bone. Magic here is paid in body, and it is never given back. To reach the one thing that could prove her right - a fragment of a god-name, a *key* to the lid of the world - she'll need a crew: a dying thief who spends his dead sister's bones to work his craft, a feral orphan being eaten alive by the trade that's keeping it fed, and a fixer the system can squeeze. The job will cost blood, bone, and people she's only just learned to love. And the inquisitor hunting her - a man whose faith is the kindest and most terrible thing about him - is starting to suspect she's right. But the deepest truth is the one no one survives knowing: the lock that cages the world is also the only thing holding back what waits beneath it. To free everyone may be to doom them all. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from multiple locations in the US or from the UK, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798183866018
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Paperback. Etat : new. Paperback. The world is a sealed vault. The sky is its lid. And the woman who measured it is going to be erased for knowing. Iane Coriol surveys coastlines for an empire that prices its citizens by the year. She is careful, lawful, and very good at her work - which is exactly what damns her. On a dead northern shore she measures a coast that curves back on itself, a sea that does not end but *encloses*, and understands the truth the gods have spent ten thousand years burying: the world is a cell, and someone built it. The truth is heresy. The sentence is erasure - not death, but unmaking, soul and name struck from the only book that says you ever existed. To live, Iane runs to the drowned underworld beneath the city and carves her first forbidden sigil into her own bone. Magic here is paid in body, and it is never given back. To reach the one thing that could prove her right - a fragment of a god-name, a *key* to the lid of the world - she'll need a crew: a dying thief who spends his dead sister's bones to work his craft, a feral orphan being eaten alive by the trade that's keeping it fed, and a fixer the system can squeeze. The job will cost blood, bone, and people she's only just learned to love. And the inquisitor hunting her - a man whose faith is the kindest and most terrible thing about him - is starting to suspect she's right. But the deepest truth is the one no one survives knowing: the lock that cages the world is also the only thing holding back what waits beneath it. To free everyone may be to doom them all. This item is printed on demand. Shipping may be from our UK warehouse or from our Australian or US warehouses, depending on stock availability. N° de réf. du vendeur 9798183866018
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