Faizah Silk

When Elias wakes in a cave deep in the desert, his memories are lost—until a song rises unbidden, stirring something ancient within him. The melody unlocks his past, revealing a single, burning purpose: vengeance. His wife was murdered, and the woman responsible—Seraphine, the Veil-Singer—must pay the price.  
Armed with a mysterious harp of forgotten power, Elias embarks on a journey across a world teetering on the edge of ruin. What begins as a personal mission for retribution soon unravels into something far greater. The harp’s music does not merely recall memories—it rewrites fate, bending reality itself. And Elias is not the only one who seeks to control it.  
As he gathers unlikely allies—a rogue with secrets of her own, a storyteller who knows too much, and a woman tied to the Veil’s hidden truths—Elias discovers that the harp was once used to shape the world. Its final song was left unfinished, and now, the forces that once wielded it are stirring from their slumber.  
When Elias finally confronts Seraphine, he realizes too late that their battle was only the first note in a much larger symphony. The harp’s awakening has called him to something older than gods, something that was never meant to return.  
Now, the fate of the world rests on a song yet to be written.  
As war looms and the fabric of reality begins to fray, Elias must make an impossible choice: continue his path of vengeance or wield the harp to mend the song of creation before it is lost forever.  
But fate is never so easily played.  
And some songs demand a terrible price.  
The Harp of Astra is a sweeping epic of fate, music, and redemption. It is a story of vengeance turned destiny, and a melody that will echo beyond the end of time.

The Harp of Astra

“This won’t hold it for long!” Alina shouted, glancing over her shoulder. 


Joran didn’t respond, his focus entirely on navigating the twisting path ahead. 


Elias stumbled as the ground shifted beneath him, catching himself just in time to avoid falling. He could feel the harp vibrating against his back, its presence growing more insistent. 


“We need a plan!” he called out, his voice strained. 


Joran finally skidded to a stop at the fork in the ravine, his eyes darting between the two paths. “Left leads to higher ground. Right goes deeper, but it’s a dead end.” 


Alina cursed under her breath. “Higher ground means we’re exposed. It’ll crush us up there.” 


“And the dead end means we’ll have no escape,” Joran shot back. “We don’t have time to debate!” 


Elias glanced back, the sentinel surging toward them like a tidal wave of sand and shadow. Its glowing, hollow eyes were fixed on him—or rather, on the harp. 


“We go left!” Elias said, taking off before either of them could argue. 


The Sentinel's Chase II