In the vast, sun-scorched Aridian Expanse, where cities are as fleeting as mirages and survival is measured in swallows of water, the Throne of Dust holds the key to dominion. Forged from wind-worn, ancient stone, it grants its ruler absolute command over the desert's most powerful force: the wind itself. For decades, the tyrant-king Vorlag has wielded this power as a weapon, his manufactured gales burying caravans and crushing dissent under waves of sand.
When the king dies in a storm of his own making, a tremor of hope and fear ripples across the land. The throne is empty, hungry. And its spirit, an ancient and untamable consciousness, does not choose a warlord or a prince to be its next master. It chooses Kaelen, a young nomad of the Zari clan, a boy who knows the desert not as a kingdom to be conquered, but as a living entity whose true voice he can hear on the wind.
Haunted by terrifying visions of a world scoured clean by sand and branded by a power he never sought, Kaelen is forced to flee everything he has ever known. He is pursued by Malakor, the ruthless Serpent of Zarathos, who covets the throne's might and senses its echo in the fleeing nomad. Kaelen's desperate journey for answers drives him across deadly salt flats and into forgotten ruins, searching for a way to control the storm now raging inside him.
In a hidden sanctuary, he learns from ancient seers that true control comes not from will, but from balance; that the power of the throne is not a weapon, but an amplifier of the heart. Now, armed with a fragile understanding of his gift, Kaelen must return to a world on the brink of war. He must face the man who hunts him, protect the people he was forced to abandon, and confront the awesome responsibility of the Throne of Dust.
He must decide if its catastrophic power is the only hope for salvation, or if wielding it will inevitably turn him into the very tyrant he despises, fulfilling the prophecy of a world buried under a throne of dust.
In the vast, sun-scorched Aridian Expanse, where cities are as fleeting as mirages and survival is measured in swallows of water, the Throne of Dust holds the key to dominion. Forged from wind-worn, ancient stone, it grants its ruler absolute command over the desert's most powerful force: the wind itself. For decades, the tyrant-king Vorlag has wielded this power as a weapon, his manufactured gales burying caravans and crushing dissent under waves of sand.
When the king dies in a storm of his own making, a tremor of hope and fear ripples across the land. The throne is empty, hungry. And its spirit, an ancient and untamable consciousness, does not choose a warlord or a prince to be its next master. It chooses Kaelen, a young nomad of the Zari clan, a boy who knows the desert not as a kingdom to be conquered, but as a living entity whose true voice he can hear on the wind.
Haunted by terrifying visions of a world scoured clean by sand and branded by a power he never sought, Kaelen is forced to flee everything he has ever known. He is pursued by Malakor, the ruthless Serpent of Zarathos, who covets the throne's might and senses its echo in the fleeing nomad. Kaelen's desperate journey for answers drives him across deadly salt flats and into forgotten ruins, searching for a way to control the storm now raging inside him.
In a hidden sanctuary, he learns from ancient seers that true control comes not from will, but from balance; that the power of the throne is not a weapon, but an amplifier of the heart. Now, armed with a fragile understanding of his gift, Kaelen must return to a world on the brink of war. He must face the man who hunts him, protect the people he was forced to abandon, and confront the awesome responsibility of the Throne of Dust.
He must decide if its catastrophic power is the only hope for salvation, or if wielding it will inevitably turn him into the very tyrant he despises, fulfilling the prophecy of a world buried under a throne of dust.