She awoke alone, with no name, no past, and no memories — only the crumbling world around her and her hands carrying the strange power to bring salvation.

The people feared the rain that cursed the land and turned the living into hollow monsters. Yet somehow, very few could cleanse it — they could save them when no one else could. They were the White Saints.

And the most powerful in decades had just awoken.

Child of Aster is currently on hiatus in favor of a different novel, writing will be resumed shortly upon completion of my current project.


Hiatus