Angol
Blunder - Book 3
The crown is not yet his. The arena is waiting. The sky has never been more dangerous.
Cole Draven never asked to fall into this world. One moment he was a nobody from Houston... broke, alone, stacking crates... the next he woke under three alien moons in a realm of iron cathedrals, smog-choked skies, and airships powered by steam and desperation. He survived. He fought. He loved. He was claimed by verdkin sisters who refused to let him go, a princess who chose sky over palace walls, a half-orc who killed her own brother for a better future, a bunny-kin who chose the stars over the streets, a cat-kin captain who pledged her life and body to him, and more.
Now the crimson banner flies high. The citadel floats serene above Aetherion. The Guard is divided.
Cole is fighting for a kingdom he never asked to arrive in. Fighting for every soul in a world he never asked to wake up in. Fighting for the loves he has found and the ones he hopes to stay alive for.
Raids grow bolder. Old enemies circle. New faces join the crew. The treasury run north carries more than coin... it carries the weight of a kingdom on the brink, a family that keeps growing, and a man who must prove he can carry both.
The Blightwind is flying higher than ever. The family is stronger than ever. The stakes are higher than ever.
Some crowns are earned in blood. Some are carried in quiet mercy. Some are worn only because the people you love need you to.
Welcome back aboard.
The banner is raised. The suns are shining. The search for belonging is over.
The sky is waiting.
