Terramorn

Selbian's blessing belongs on the chin. Floating, glowing, unmistakably present.
The brighter the rune, the greater the blessing.

Just like Mother said.

Instead, fourteen-year-old Sylleda Frie is runeless. Rejected, damned since birth. No matter how much good she did, an afterlife of drowning over and over was always going to be waiting for her.

Life in a household so religious that even the most devout across Terramorn looked like heathens, left Sylleda unwanted, mistreated, unappreciated, and forever reminded that she was the family disappointment.

Until resposibility for everyone fell square on fourteen-year-old Sylleda's shoulders after a death that left the family in ruins.

Mother ran off seeking vengeance. Father spent his days drowning in a bottle.

So Sylleda ran away.

And what was supposed to be a trip to her uncle's house "just for the summer" becomes horrifically permanent when Sylleda learns that she has no home to go back to.

She meets Wren. A bandit, dangerous. He's one of Khaos' killer officers at seventeen years old, and he's fundamentally different than the bandits he runs with.

He's runed.

Soon, Sylleda and Wren find themselves caught up in danger that neither of them were really ready for, trying to get their hands on a future that nobody in the kingdom thinks they deserve.

With no God, no magic, and two pairs of hands, Sylleda and Wren are done hoping that life for them might change.

They're going to change it themselves.