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A stolen child is forged into a blade. What he becomes will outlast the empires that made him.
The Tallannite Chronicles refuse the line most science fiction and fantasy agree to draw. Reishi-wielders and dragon-souls fly the same skies as corvettes built from liquid metal. It is not a crossover. It is one coherent cosmos, governed by one set of rules, observed across nine thousand years.
Elemental magic, elder dragons, and gods who incarnate across millennia — load-bearing, not decorative.
Hand-forged blades and feather-hull starships. Technology and the sacred answer to the same physics.
Beings who live ninety centuries carry grief and memory with the weight of bedrock. The scale is the point.
These are the Three Tenets of the Tallannites. The Star Conglomerate violated all three — and took two children from their home to prove it.
The Tallannite Chronicles begin not with legend, but with testimony. Read it free, below.
Six core volumes follow Talamaeus from origin to Solaris. A parallel cycle, Little Bird, follows the sister who flies the other path. Both converge in Sacred Rule.
Shadowborn is free — pay what you feel it's worth, or nothing at all. Read the full text in the archive, or download a copy to keep. No key, no account, no gate. The story is meant to travel. The later volumes of the saga will carry Chronicler Keys; the first one is simply a door left open.
This testimony begins in the dark. The first chapters hold cages, cruelty, and harm done to children — set down as it happened, because a testimony that softens the truth is no testimony at all. But this is an origin, not an ending. What begins in a cell does not stay in one. Read at your own pace. The archive will wait.
These are the artists who carry it — follow them where they take you. No required listening, no single track to find. Wander their catalogs and let your own anchor songs find you; that's how the world is meant to sound to you.
No account, no debate, no noise — just a line in the register to say you were here while the archive was still new. The full halls open later. For now, the door is cracked. Step through.
Original artwork from the Chronicler — the worlds, the blades, the sky of the Stream, rendered by the hand that recorded them.
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