BLOOM AGAINST THE BLADE

"I am Dahlia. Just a girl, they’d say—alone, uncertain, a shadow in a world of monsters and kings. I do not know if the author has written me strong or weak. But strength is not given. It is taken. Forged."



There is a man out there—a father who is not my father. Blood does not bind us, but fate does. The gods may have claimed his soul, locked him in their cruel heavens or cursed pits. No matter. I will find him. And when I do, I will tear through the veil of divinity itself. I will cleave him free—along with the gods who dared to take him.



This is not a story of heroes. This is the story of one girl’s fury, of grief sharpened into a blade. This is the story of Dahlia.