The Ferryman's Forbidden Void-Charts
A Medieval Space Opera

About this book:

In the Acheron Delta, the mud isn't dirt—it's pulverized star-iron washed down from orbital foundries, glowing faint beneath three dead moons. Olan poles the *Scrap-Maiden* through channels haunted by crashed sky-vessels, paying ninety percent of every crossing fee to the Iron Barony while hiding a death sentence beneath his floorboards: hand-drawn charts of the forbidden orbital currents. To map the sky is treason. To sell a map is suicide. But the Warlords' monopoly on the heavens is a lie, and Lyra—the ink-stained girl who shares his bilge—has just drawn the route that could break it.

When a desperate runner attempts the thermal chimney without a chart and triggers the alarm beacons at Black Reach, the river erupts. Baron's cutters sweep the fog with brass night-glasses. Bailiffs offer fifty silver crowns for the chart-thief's head. And Olan realizes the only way off this poisoned water is to stop ferrying pilgrims and start running the blockade himself—hauling a schooner captain crazy enough to sail the fringe-atmosphere, a girl who reads the stars like scripture, and a map that rewrites the world.

From the silt-choked delta to the vacuum edge of the void, *The Ferryman's Forbidden Void-Charts* fuses medieval grit with deep-space wonder. Here, the Church calls orbital lanes God's footsteps, Warlords call them toll-roads, and a pole-man with nothing left to lose is about to steer his rusted barge into history. The sky belongs to the Barons—but the current just changed.