Gods were built, not born. For longer than anyone remembers, the world has been kept running by them - vast, patient, machine-certain - holding back the dark while humanity sleeps safe in the promise that morning will always come. Then one of them fails. Laura is an ordinary woman in an ordinary town when the impossible starts: a god gone quiet, a door that won't hold, a cold creeping in at the edges that should not exist.
No one is coming to fix it. The ones who built the gods are long gone - and the terrible truth no one wanted to know is that the gods were never built to last forever. Funny, strange, and quietly devastating, [BOOK ONE TITLE] begins the Saint Machine trilogy: an apocalypse with a sense of humor, a dry and stubborn narrator you won't forget, and a question the whole world is about to have to answer - who keeps the lights on when the gods are gone?
Gods were built, not born. For longer than anyone remembers, the world has been kept running by them - vast, patient, machine-certain - holding back the dark while humanity sleeps safe in the promise that morning will always come. Then one of them fails. Laura is an ordinary woman in an ordinary town when the impossible starts: a god gone quiet, a door that won't hold, a cold creeping in at the edges that should not exist.
No one is coming to fix it. The ones who built the gods are long gone - and the terrible truth no one wanted to know is that the gods were never built to last forever. Funny, strange, and quietly devastating, [BOOK ONE TITLE] begins the Saint Machine trilogy: an apocalypse with a sense of humor, a dry and stubborn narrator you won't forget, and a question the whole world is about to have to answer - who keeps the lights on when the gods are gone?