Fern Meldin wanted one night of fun with a woman she just met, not a legend.
One night of trouble, not a lifetime tethered to a myth. Somewhere between the kiss and the collapse, she astrally resonated with a black hole and woke up bonded to Vireleth the Closure, the most dangerous mythship in history.
A mythship that once belonged to Lioren Trivane, fashion icon of the apocalypse, patron saint of shirtless warfare, and long-dead hero of the Accord. He wore coats stitched from mythlight and gravity, refused to button anything above the waist, and left monuments to his abs on every world he saved. Lioren defeated an existential threat to the universe. Reality was slightly scorched but intact. Lioren was very, very dead.
Now the government he founded wants Fern contained. The ship wants a partner. And the stars themselves are shifting like they have seen this legend before and they remember how it ends.
