In the valley of Dredhen Hollow, the gods are dead but not gone.
The war-shrines are silent. The old prayers have been buried in ash. Yet when a peasant woman gives birth beneath a blood-colored moon, something ancient stirs beneath the cliffs—a presence buried in black stone and bone, waiting to be remembered.
Caelen is born scarred, silent, and watched. Marked by something older than faith and colder than prophecy, he grows in the shadow of a forgotten war-temple, drawn toward the remnants of a flesh-bound god whose name no one dares speak aloud.
As omens multiply and the Ashmouth Concord begins purging villages of forbidden relics and bloodlines, Caelen’s mother will do anything to protect him. But some hungers cannot be quieted. Some destinies are carved deeper than blood.
The first in a five-book dark fantasy saga, The Birth of Hunger is a tale of dread and transformation, of childhood lost to divine memory, and of a world teetering between the ruins of its gods and the rise of something far worse.