Hana Lee’s gritty, queer Mad Max –inspired fantasy duology continues with more high-stakes political intrigue, monsters of all kinds, and a high-speed motorcycle adventure to find a refuge for humanity beyond the wasteland. Jin-Lu should be happy. Princess Yi-Nereen of Kerina Rut and Prince Kadrin of Kerina Sol have reunited after twelve long years, having survived a near-apocalypse. They are safe and in love—thanks to Jin—and they want her to join them for their upcoming nuptials in Kerina Sol. But their happy ending came at the cost of Jin’s. Jin lost everything in the fallout of saving the world. Now she’s Talentless, scrabbling to eke out a living in the lowest echelons of society. All she wants is to be left alone with her shameful secret, but the storms that sweep the wastes have other plans. When refugees from a fallen city flood into Kerina Sol, the delicate balance between Talented and Talentless shatters. With tensions rising and civil war looming, Yi-Nereen, Kadrin, and Jin must join forces again to save their own people and the refugees. Now their salvation lies beyond the wastes, in the mythical home of the gods: the First City. "A gut-punch of a finale...full of vivid characters, sharp dialogue, and twists you won’t see coming." —USA Today bestselling author Kemi Ashing-Giwa "Twisty and messy, Flight of the Fallen grabs you by the throat. Lee is a master of worldbuilding. A thrilling conclusion!" —Julia Vee, co-author of Ebony Gate "Dynamic and propulsive with real heart, Flight of The Fallen is the perfect sequel to Road to Ruin. Hold on tight, you’re in for a wild ride." —Frances White, author of Voyage of the Damned "The storms are getting worse, the politics—more complex, and our favorite trio faces even greater disasters: Flight of the Fallen is an electrifying ride of a sequel, delivering heaps of everything I loved about Road to Ruin—vivid worldbuilding, satisfying twists, characters you can’t help but root for—and makes it bigger, deeper, more expansive. A series you don’t want to miss!" —Genoveva Dimova, author of Foul Days “ Road to Ruin is an electrifying tale that proves impossible to put down. Hana Lee’s thrilling prose hauls the reader headlong into an epic adventure, laden with striking characters and world-building as deft as it is fearless. I’ll be thinking about this book for a long, long time. ” -- ―Thea Guanzon, USA Today and New York Times bestselling author of The Hurricane Wars “Lee’s action-packed , Mad Max: Fury Road –inspired fantasy is a breathless, polyamorous adventure that will delight fans of well-built, fast-paced, queer sf/fantasy.” ― ―Booklist, starred review Hana Lee is a biracial Korean American writer who also builds software for a living. She has an undying love for fantastical stories in all their forms, especially video games, and a habit of writing to moody indie rock playlists. Her short writing has appeared in Fantasy Magazine and Uncanny Magazine. She lives in California with her partner and two beloved cats. Chapter One: First Hour of the Storm CHAPTER ONE FIRST HOUR OF THE STORM Observation #520: Storm prediction is a frustrating, imprecise science. Nature always follows a pattern, but this one evades me. Hypothesis: No true randomness in nature. Storms artificial? —O Third Age of Storms, 1st Summer, Day 63 Kerina Sol – House of Steel Heavens Deep in a dream, Yi-Nereen floated through the streets of Kerina Rut in a palanquin. Her city hummed around her; temple bells rang out, deep and sonorous. It was worship day. She was on her way to light bowls of fragrant oil and make her sacrifices to Rasvel, the Giver of Blessings. The crowd outside her palanquin was unruly. She glimpsed faces contorted with anger, heard voices rising in a muted roar. What were they saying? It was like they were speaking a different language. Her people needed something from her, but she couldn’t understand what it was. The low, musical sound of the bells climbed higher, frantic, stirring panic in Yi-Nereen’s blood. Her palanquin bearers struggled to make headway through the crowd. The platform jerked and tipped—Yi-Nereen tried to scream, but her voice was gone. The bells! They were tearing through her head. Now her people were swarming her fallen palanquin, shouting and reaching for her. They were going to tear her apart. And she still didn’t know why. Yi-Nereen opened her eyes, a gasp caught in her throat. Moonlight bled through a crack in the drawn curtains of her bedchamber, painting the furniture in shades of soft gray. It came back to her in a dizzying rush: she was lying abed in the House of Steel Heavens. In Kadrin’s home, far from the streets of Kerina Rut. But the bells went on ringing. Those were real. In Kerina Rut, she had been trained to fly from bed the instant the storm bells chimed their first note, ready to serve before she was fully conscious. But Yi-Nereen wasn’t yet accustom