She is the only person alive who remembers him. Somebody has known that for nine years.
Elis Varn came up out of the Reckoning with fourteen survivors, a shard of grey glass, and a hole in her where her mother's face used to be.
She expected grief. She did not expect evidence.
There is a roster on a cellar wall in her own handwriting that she has no memory of writing. There is a sealed description of her, paid for in a map shop nine years before she was old enough to read it. There is a cartographer who has been waiting for her since she was ten - and who dies within seven hours of working out why.
And somewhere under the city there is something that has never once lied to her, answering questions four at a time, and counting down.
Every answer costs a question.
Four hundred miles west there is a wall with no door in it. There is a city under eleven feet of ash with the lights still on and eleven thousand rooms nobody has opened. And at the bottom of twenty-four flights there is an ordinary kitchen table with a number cut into the underside of it.
Two thousand three hundred and nine.
Not what it is counting. How far it has got.
THE WEIGHT OF NAMES is the second book of THE HOLLOW TITHE, a ten-volume dark fantasy saga about memory, sacrifice, and the terrible arithmetic of survival. If you love slow-burn conspiracy, monsters built on original biology, morally impossible choices, and a mystery that gets larger with every answer - the descent continues.
Book Two of ten.