The Dawn Dust

The storm is not coming. It has already arrived. On a remote island off the coast of Brittany, fisherman Yannick Le Goff watches the sky turn the color of rust. The birds fall dead from the air. The sea begins to sizzle. His grandson Léo coughs blood into his small palm. This is not a weather event. It is the beginning of the end. In Sicily, Élodie Moreau wakes in the arms of her lover, a man whose charm conceals a predator's hunger.
The emergency alerts on her phone warn of critical particulate levels, but she has been ignoring warnings for years. By the time she looks up, the dust has already found her. And in Paris, scientist Lucien Moreau-Élodie's estranged husband-races toward the city where his daughter Camille is trapped in a museum under siege. The dust is not merely toxic. It follows mathematics. It has a frequency. It is learning.
Three continents. Four survivors. One storm that does not destroy-it transforms. As Europe burns and the rich flee on a private ark, the lines blur between hero and villain, victim and accomplice. The storm is not a natural disaster. It was cultivated. And someone is still tending the harvest. The Dawn Dust is a novel of ecological collapse, human cruelty, and the desperate beauty of those who refuse to go quietly.
For readers of The Road, Station Eleven, and Gold Fame Citrus, it asks the question no one wants to answer: Humans helped to build the storm. What do you do when Nature attacks and the world ends-and you knew it was coming?