A Salvage of Gods
Eleven seconds. That is how long the pale green beacon has left before it dies inside the hollowed corpse of a dead star, and salvage captain Maren Doss can only watch the countdown scroll across her monitor while Cael Varnath remains pinned to the extraction rig at the far edge of the shell. She gave the order to pull out. He did not move fast enough. Now the beacon is blooming outward like a bruise, and the crew of the Doss & Varnath salvage outfit , Joss Pell at the helm, Orin Duskwhale running interference, Lysen Korr feeding them bad intel from the inside, Thessaly Venn counting costs, and Seraphine Lox whispering to whatever is listening , are about to discover what the old gods buried inside this star actually want.