Bernard Monke

I built a kingdom on the backs of men who knew their place—until the Skein came crackling into the world like a bastard apocalypse. Roxy thinks she’s untouchable, all static and defiance, but blood’s still thicker than lightning. The game’s not over. I’ve rewritten its rules before. I’ll hollow out this new power, stuff it full of wires and obedience, and call it mine. Until then? Let them think the old man’s been struck blind. They’ll kneel slower that way.