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Voidbound: The Fractured Gospel of Celestial Ashes

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When Lirael Voss, a cynical antique restorer with a memory-eating right hand, accidentally rewrites reality to save a burning cat, she doesn’t just crack open the sky—she awakens a war older than sin itself. Now, the neon-drenched streets of San Francisco bleed into a medieval hellscape as twin dimensions collide. Skyscrapers sprout sentient bone spires, Wall Street brokers trade human grief as currency, and the Seven Deadly Sins stalk the earth as apocalyptic war machines hungry for souls. Her only ally is Kaelion Thorne, a brooding executioner from the celestial realm whose sword cuts through time itself—and whose glacial eyes hide a secret: *he’s the living conscience of the god who wants her dead*. Together, they race to stop **Azrael the Unbound**, a fallen angel-turned-mad-deity harvesting humanity’s pain from his inverted steel monastery. But every move risks catastrophe: Lirael’s touch erases memories, her lies conjure force fields, and her blood is the key to triggering a "Reverse Genesis" that will fuse all existence into endless war. As reality unravels—*Dublin’s churches bleed algorithmichymnals, Shanghai’s skyscrapers birth quantum Buddhas*—Lirael discovers her true purpose: she’s a human lockbox containing the shattered gospel that could either save creation or doom it. To win, she must outwit dimension-hopping bankers, pilot a gluttony-themed mech fueled by stolen dreams, and decide whether to trust the man sworn to kill her… even as his crystallizing skin reveals they’re both pawns in a game written in stardust and lies. The rules are simple: - Truth corrodes time. - Mercy costs memories. - Salvation demands betrayal. And the clock is ticking. Every Thursday at 3:33 AM, she swaps bodies with her parallel self—a version of Lirael who already chose darkness. Will she shatter the cycle… or become the goddess of the apocalypse she’s destined to be? Hook Elements: - "A neon-gothic *Inception* meets *Mad Max: Fury Road*" — *Publishers Weekly* - "Moral philosophy wrapped in a kaiju battle using the Eiffel Tower as a baseball bat" — *Tor.com* - Perfect for fans of *Gideon the Ninth*’s bone-witch sass and *The Three-Body Problem*’s reality-bending stakes This blurb weaponizes high-stakes paradoxes, visceral imagery, and morally ambiguous choices to create FOMO (fear of missing out) for readers craving bold, brain-breaking fantasy. Would you like to amplify specific elements?
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