Ashley Carvel

London, 1943. The streets of Hounslow hide more than ration books and blackouts. A killer is working to a quiet rhythm of death, leaving behind bodies drained of blood and arranged with disturbing care.

Arlo Fenn is a detective. Technically. He’s got a badge (somewhere), a notebook (full of meat-related observations), and a holster that refuses to stay where it’s supposed to. Most people forget Arlo exists moments after speaking to him.

The Forsaken Realms, once a place where gods and humanity thrived together, sharing knowledge, technology and magic. It was a peaceful time, but humanity's greed for power grew.

What began as a dream slowly turned into a story to be shared. A story I would like to share with you.