BEFORE THEY FELL, THE REBELS CHALLENGED PERFECTION. Those scars became marks of power. One of them lives inside him. His hands tremble-not from fear, but because his muscles remember the motion of slitting a man's throat, a motion he has never performed.Dead tongues scrape at his throat.A rage that does not belong to him bends reality. And then there is the mark. A scar on his shoulder that burns like an infernal seal, written in the blood of an ancient rebellion. Now he is hunted. A fanatical cult wants to tear the mark from him and burn him alive.An ancient order wants to break his will and forge him into a weapon.Both crave the key to a war fought in the shadows for centuries. To survive, he must learn to grip the knife the voices inside him demand.Because if he doesn't-when the last fragment of humanity has died, the true monster will no longer be hidden.It will be him. Visceral, uncompromising dark fantasy.For readers who loved the brutality of The Poppy War, the darkness of Ninth House, and the fiercest atmospheres of contemporary dark fantasy.