The Blood of Tharta

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The Blood of Tharta

A Gritty Dark Fantasy Debut

For readers of Joe Abercrombie, Anna Smith Spark, and George R.R. Martin comes a tale of haunted lands, broken power, and the terrible price of forbidden knowledge.

Prepare to be plunged into the dying heart of Mordikhaan—a realm scarred by the long Blood Winter and teetering on the brink of collapse. Its ruler, the Lord High Steward Santaris Sendus, is wasting away from the incurable shaking sickness. Yet death, like time, refuses to touch him.

Trapped in a state between life and the grave, Santaris gives his imprisoned physician, Lycellis, an impossible command: craft a poison strong enough to kill a man who cannot die. Forced to plumb the forbidden knowledge of the Crag’s ancient library, Lycellis—alongside his insightful assistant Dhorjae —uncovers dark truths buried beneath layers of history, power, and blood.

But Santaris’s dying is not just personal—it’s political. As his condition worsens, the kingdom begins to fracture. And in the shadows, ambition grows teeth.

• Lady Hawreth Vahd of Yenarinvahl, shrewd, iron-willed, and hungry for power, sees an unrepeatable opportunity. She moves quickly to raise an army and grooms her idealistic son, Ariston, as a pawn in a brutal game of succession.

• Lord Caston Cleargh of Raghrim, secretive and implacable, has long prepared for this moment. He intends not just to end Santaris’s reign—but to end the man himself and take the crown.

As noble houses sharpen their knives, others are pulled into the rising storm:

• Khe, a towering mercenary of Tallfolk descent, is sent on a simple job to the remote village of Orme. What she finds there—a cursed ring, a silent child, and a shadowed figure known only as the Benefactor—will test everything she believes.

• Paida, a seamstress desperate to protect her daughter Karli  is drawn into the Vahds’ world, only to find themselves in the path of ancient forces that whisper from the edges of the sanity itself.

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From the candlelit depths of the Crag’s forbidden library to the snow-cloaked battlegrounds of the north, The Blood of Tharta is a sweeping tale of ruthless ambition, esoteric horror, and the terrible cost of truth. It is a world where the dead do not rest, power has a pulse of its own, and sometimes, the greatest terror lies not in what can die—but in what refuses to.

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