The Fallen Hour

Liora Ashcombe keeps the great clock that weighs the city’s soul. She was raised to know one thing above all others, that the fallen are damned. Then one fell burning out of the broken sky, straight through her roof, and nothing she believed survived the night.

Azrahel weighed souls before the Choir had a name for grace. He fell for telling a truth no one wanted spoken: that for twelve years the man who rules the city has been rigging the scales, marking the innocent into debt and bleeding the poor of their grace so that at the Long Dark he can pour it all into himself and rise a god. He has the proof. He has none of the craft to use it.

She has the machine, and every reason to fear him. But the longer they work in the dark of her tower, the harder it is to remember that he is the monster, and not the only person who ever looked at her and saw more than a pair of hands.

They believe the poor are theirs to spend. They believe a fallen thing cannot be loved. They are about to learn exactly what a keeper will burn down to keep him.

The Fallen Hour is a standalone dark fallen-angel romance with a guaranteed happily-ever-after. For adult readers.