For Scales Alone

They say the small survive by staying unseen. Jed is done being small.

Grayhaven runs on smoke and sea-coal, on work songs hummed by the folk no one sees. Jed-kobold, runner, tool-hand-knows every crack in the city's stone. When a Blackenguard purge turns his life to ash, he breaks the oldest rule: keep your head down.

Names surface in the soot. One name burns brighter than the rest-Veynar. To reach him, Jed will have to live where the big folk hunt: alleys and gallows, markets that grind the small into feedstock. With quick hands, sharper tools, and the city's shadows for cover, he begins to tip the balance.

For Scales Alone is a grim, fast-moving fantasy about debt and justice-where the law weighs nothing, and scales can be forced.

Perfect for readers of grimdark fantasy, kobold misfits, and anyone who wonders what happens when the smallest strike back.