By Max Gladstone
The 3rd novel set within the addictive and compelling myth global of 3 components Dead.
On the island of Kavekana, Kai builds gods to reserve, then palms them to others to keep up. Her creations aren’t awake and absence their very own wills and voices, yet they settle for sacrifices, and guard their worshippers from different gods—perfect automobiles for Craftsmen and Craftswomen working within the divinely managed outdated international. whilst Kai sees one among her creations demise and attempts to avoid wasting her, she’s grievously injured—then sidelined from the enterprise solely, her near-suicidal rescue test provided up as evidence of her instability. but if Kai will get uninterested in listening to her boss, her coworkers, and her ex-boyfriend name her loopy, and begins digging into the explanations her creations die, she uncovers a conspiracy of silence and fear—which will overwhelm her, if Kai can’t cease it first.
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