An executioners son is ritually sacrificed to the nameless gods who blackened the country's sky and stained the land and it's people. An exiled noblewoman suffers in a new land rife with darkness. An eldritch being saves the son, at a double edged cost. Can he hide his power from territorial gods? Or can he grow into something that doesn't need to hide anymore?

My Grave Sympathies is a dark fantasy story filled with intrigue, philosophy and combat. I'm going for a slower, more realistic pace on this one.