Novels by Anthony Favour

Jace Caldwell’s scar burned, a jagged pulse ripping through his chest as NexTech’s neon-lit city trembled, the void-core—a massive machine, its surface etched with the company’s logo—pulsing like a diseased heart. Ethan lay wired to it, alive, his black eyes flickering, a silver Obsidian Heart embedded in his chest, its pulse a low thrum, like a storm trapped in iron. The white-eyed woman stood before the core, her scar blazing, holding a blacker-than-night Heart, her voice like a storm breaking: “You’re the sacrifice, Caldwell.” Lena Voss gripped Jace’s arm, her eyes human, tears cutting through blood-streaked grime, her betrayal still raw despite her whispered apologies. Aria, the young Marked girl, cowered behind a shattered spire, her red eyes streaming, clutching the fourth Heart’s shards. The air stung with the reek of molten steel and something acrid, like hope charred to ash. Jace’s Glock trembled, his heart a tangle of grief, rage, and doubt—Ethan’s wired form, Lena’s shak

Jace Caldwell’s scar burned, a jagged pulse searing his chest as NexTech’s neon-lit city trembled, the void-core—a massive, pulsing machine etched with the company’s logo—roaring at its heart. His mirror-self stood before it, eyes black, scar blazing, voice a twisted echo of his own: “You’re not the heart. I am.” Ethan’s ash lingered under Jace’s nails, his brother’s final scream—The Void’s in you—clawing at his mind. Aria, the young Marked girl, screamed, a gold Obsidian Heart forming in her trembling hands, its pulse wild, like a star fracturing. Lena Voss gripped Jace’s arm, her eyes human again, tears cutting through blood-streaked grime, her rune-etched dagger discarded but her betrayal still raw. Selene lay slumped, her final Heart dim, blood pooling from her scar. Victor Kane’s void-black form—face splitting, eyes multiplying—loomed, his laughter a chorus of shadows. The air stung with the reek of molten steel and something sour, like betrayal baked into bone. Jace’s Glock

Jace Caldwell’s scar burned, a jagged pulse tearing through his chest as the shadow city’s plaza vanished, the portal’s red light spitting him into a real city—NexTech’s gleaming metropolis, all steel spires and neon veins, pulsing like the Obsidian Hearts. Ethan stood before him, unchained, his black eyes glinting, clutching a new Heart blacker than night, its pulse a low thrum, like a storm trapped in stone. Victor Kane loomed, his face splitting, void-black eyes multiplying, his voice a chorus of shadows: “The Void’s awake, and you’re its heart.” Lena Voss staggered beside Jace, her eyes human again, tears cutting through blood, her rune-etched dagger trembling in her hand, the new Heart’s glow dim. Aria, the young Marked girl, clung to a shattered pillar, her red eyes streaming, the fourth Heart’s shards scattered at her feet. Selene lay slumped, her final Heart pulsing weakly, blood pooling from her scar. The air reeked of ozone and something rancid, like dreams burned to ash

Jace Caldwell’s scar burned, a jagged pulse in his chest as the shadow city’s plaza dissolved into chaos, the spire’s veined face shattered, its red glow fading. The void surged, a black tide swallowing the ground, and the gold-eyed child stood at its heart, a white Obsidian Heart pulsing in their small hands, voice like a bell in a storm: “You broke the wrong key.” Ethan’s scream—Jace, I’m not here!—clawed at his mind, his brother’s black-eyed form gone, maybe never real. Lena Voss, possessed, white eyes blazing, gripped her rune-etched dagger, the new Heart dim in her hand. Aria, the young Marked girl, cowered, her red eyes streaming, clutching the fourth Heart’s shards. Selene, keeper of the final Heart, lay slumped, her black eyes dim, blood pooling from her scar. The air reeked of charred bone and something sharp, like trust snapped in two. Jace’s Glock trembled, his heart a tangle of grief and rage—Ethan’s absence, Lena’s betrayal, the child’s cryptic power.His scar flared,

Jace Caldwell’s scar screamed, a jagged pulse in his chest as the shadow city’s plaza trembled, the spire’s veined face crumbling into dust. Victor Kane stood before the roaring portal, his face shifting—skin rippling like oil, eyes void-black, no longer human, his voice ancient: “The Shroud was just the beginning.” Ethan—Jace’s brother, alive again, black eyes glinting—stood beside him, a new red Obsidian Heart pulsing in his hand, his expression blank, not the kid from Brooklyn. Lena Voss, possessed, white eyes glowing, gripped a rune-etched dagger, the new Heart’s void-black pulse dim in her other hand. Aria, the young Marked girl, cowered behind a spire, her red eyes streaming, clutching the fourth Heart’s shards. The final Heart, held by Selene, pulsed like a dying star somewhere in the chaos. Jace’s Glock trembled, his heart a snarl of grief and betrayal—Ethan’s sacrifice, Lena’s cold eyes, Kane’s transformation. The air stung with the reek of molten iron and something sickl

Jace Caldwell’s scar throbbed as the NexTech lab dissolved into the portal’s red maw, spitting him back into the shadow city’s plaza, the spire’s veined face crumbling. Ethan—his brother, alive moments ago—had plunged a red Obsidian Heart into his own chest, his sacrifice collapsing the lab, his scream echoing: Jace! Lena Voss, possessed, her white eyes glowing with The Shroud’s power, gripped a new rune-etched dagger, the new Heart’s void-black pulse dim in her hand. Aria, the young Marked girl, clung to a spire, her red eyes wet, the fourth Heart’s shards scattered at her feet. The new woman—tall, black eyes glinting, holding a final Heart pulsing like a dying star—stood before the portal, her voice chilling: “The Shroud’s not the enemy.” The air reeked of ozone and something sour, like grief burned into ash. Jace’s Glock trembled, his heart a snarl of loss and rage—Ethan’s sacrifice, Lena’s betrayal, this woman’s cryptic claim.His scar flared, senses too sharp—catching the spire