Runners born of luck and fury
Patchwork thieves outpacing fate
Ancient powers bound by blood
A floating world’s expiration date
The Story
Long ago, a forbidden magic annihilated a thriving civilization, leaving Sora a shattered world of floating islands adrift above the abyss of Darksky. The Fayts—primordial forces unleashed by the cataclysm—hold the fragments aloft, permeating all of existence and reshaping life itself.
Through their influence, humanity has risen anew…now with strange and wondrous abilities to manipulate forces such as Time, Life, Love, and even Death—shaping them at will…but also at a cost.
In this fractured world of sky pirates and ancient myths, Valeo and Breeze are urban acrobats, wielding powers they barely control. Valeo is the last of his kind, guided by uncanny luck that cuts both ways, and a ticking pocket watch that hints at the fate of his vanished family. Breeze walks a razor’s edge between calm determination and tempest fury, burning with a need to carve a place for herself in a world that left her behind.
Their quiet chaos is upended when they uncover an artifact tied to Sora’s forgotten past…and a thousand-year-old heist gone awry. This discovery holds answers not only to their mysterious heritage but also to the fate of their wayward families. Pursued by The Fallen, the mythical keepers of the dead, Valeo and Breeze must navigate crumbling ruins, forgotten cities, and the unforgiving skies to unravel the truth hidden within their blood—and the dark forces threatening to tear Sora apart.
If they fail, no amount of Luck or Fury will prevent their world from plummeting into the depths of Darksky forever.
The Author
J. Broc Sewell is a dusty old thirty-something who’s spent nearly a decade writing and wandering across Europe, Asia and Oceania–usually lost or confused to be honest. He has an annoying penchant for details, Magpie-ing inspiration from song lyrics, anecdotes, folk tales, alleyway graffiti…and every space in between. Given half a chance, he’d love to hang out in Sora, maybe even jump off some things. You are gladly invited to do the same, but he begs you bring tea. Or sloths. Or both.
Growing up in the Southern United States, Broc fought hard against gaining a vocal twang, graduated with some degrees, shed a bit of weight, and bought a one-way ticket elsewhere. Ever-restless, his true passion is motion and experiencing as many new cultures and stories just as often as he can manage. The only regret he carries is that he’ll likely die before trying every food on the planet. He’s going to give it his best shot anyway. Though quite poor at them, he’s an extreme-sports fiend, spending his days snowboarding, tracing (doing parkour), climbing really tall things, and jumping out of airplanes.
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Legends of Sora 