Early Reviewers
The God War is over. An empire built on suffering, slavery, and betrayal remains...
In the fractured lands of the Salvian Empire, the Great Houses rule through blood and fear. For years, Alandra Phoenyka has hunted powerful Sonomancers in the empire’s name, paid in empty promises that her stolen daughter would be returned. Each step forward demands another compromise. Another betrayal. Another piece of herself lost.
When those promises turn to treachery, she is forced to take matters into her own hands and risk everything to reclaim her child.
In the empire’s mining camps, Bez Windstrider has endured years of torture and brutal experimentation. Broken but unyielding, he clings to one purpose: vengeance. The men who murdered his parents will pay, and their deaths will complete the ritual needed to free his parents’ souls from damnation.
But the deeper his grief cuts, the more he becomes something far more dangerous, for himself and for the empire.
As their paths draw closer, the buried truths of the God War begin to surface. What begins as two personal vendettas threatens to unravel something far greater than either of them can control.
Because empires do not fall quietly.
And the gods that shaped them are not as dead as they seem.
Makerborn is the first book in the Maladies of Empire series, a brutal epic dark fantasy of vengeance, sacrifice, and the cost of love.
For readers of dark, character-driven epic fantasy in the vein of Joe Abercrombie, Mark Lawrence, R.F. Kuang, Evan Winter, and Steven Erikson
- Media
- Ebook
- Genres
- Fantasy, Fiction and Literature
- Length
- 501+ pages
- Offered by
- daymonashcord (Author)
- Published by
- Daymon Ashcord
- Batch
- May 2026 Starts: 2026-05-01Ended: 2026-05-26
- On Sale
- 2026-06-15
- Countries
- Available in all countries
- Links
- Book Information
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Thanks for your interest. I hope you enjoy the ride!
Till next time, I leave you with a poem written by Bez (second MC in Makerborn).
“Some call it Salvia. Others, the Ancestors' Dream. Names coined by Descendants who sit in cushioned chairs, pretending the world makes sense. They speak of order, of right and wrong. But out here? Beyond the Shelters, in the mines, there's no order. No right, no wrong. To know it, you have to walk it—until your feet split and bleed, until the heat burns your flesh. You have to drown in its metallic smoke, choke on its dust. Then, and only then, does its name become clear. This isn't paradise. This is Hell. And the demons? They're everywhere.”

