Arthur was fifty, tired, and forgotten. He died in a sterile hospital room, a man who had played it safe and lost everything. But death wasn't the end. He wakes up in the body of an eight-year-old boy named Kaelen, in a world where the dirt is stained with blood and the "Middle Ages" are just beginning to crawl out of the dark.
Sold to the Order of the Obsidian Veil, Kaelen is forged into a weapon. But unlike the other orphans, Kaelen has the mind of a man who knows the value of a second chance. As the world transitions from tribal warring to civilized empires, Kaelen moves through the shadows, caught between a forbidden love with a deadly rival and a conspiracy that threatens to undo the very civilization they are building.

They split up as the bolt turned the marble floor to dust. Kaelen dived behind a heavy oak desk, his mind racing. Alaric wasn't just a man with a prosthetic; he was a living battery.


Lyra leaped from a bookshelf, her black glass dagger humming. She was a blur of silver and shadow. She struck the brass arm, but the blade bounced off an invisible shield of energy. Alaric backhanded her, sending her flying through a glass display case.


"Lyra!" Kaelen's heart constricted. A surge of protective rage—something that felt older and deeper than his current body—flared in his chest.


He didn't run at Alaric. He ran at the steam pipes lining the wall.


Chapter 16 - Chapter 16: Not Human