In Crown of Cinders: The City Owes Blood, power doesn't march in daylight-it signs its name and lets the bells do the killing. Sable Rook has survived long enough to know one rule: in this city, innocence is just debt you haven't been forced to pay yet. When the Synod begins tightening its grip-turning law into scripture and scripture into a noose-Rook is pulled into a struggle where names matter more than swords, and a single ledger can topple districts like rotten beams. But something older is waking beneath the stone. A voice that shouldn't exist rides the seams of doors. A crown doesn't simply sit on a head-it chooses, it hungers, and it opens what was meant to stay shut. As allies fracture, enemies smile from behind clean titles, and the city's "order" starts to smell like ash, Rook must decide what to save and what to burn... even if the fire takes her with it. This is adult epic fantasy-grim, fast, and razor-edged-where politics and blood run in the same channels, magic has rules that bite, and every victory comes stamped with a cost. Because the city owes blood.And sooner or later, it collects.