The Baku-verse
Beyond the Mist: Dark Messiah
Every power in the world is certain it knows who the Dark Messiah is. All of them are wrong.
Audiobook narrated by Zach NeSmith. Listen on Audible →
The Book
The Grand Enchantment is failing. City by city the spell that hid the supernatural for a thousand years comes apart, and people are starting to see what has been standing next to them the whole time.
Heaven moves. Hell moves. Both of them are certain they know who the Dark Messiah is. Both of them are wrong.
Amber Sedgewick comes back out of the Cauldron of Rebirth pregnant. The child is not a secret for long, and every power in creation wants it. Not all of them want it alive.
Underneath all of it is the Book of Creation. Whoever reaches it first does not inherit the world. He rewrites it, from the first page, and nobody left alive will remember it was ever any other way.
At a glance
Beyond the Mist: Dark Messiah, a novel by Reed Logan Westgate
- Series
- The Baku Trilogy, book three of three
- Genre
- Dark urban fantasy
- Setting
- Portland, Maine, and beyond
- When
- The present day
- Characters
- Xlina Dar'Karrow, Oxivius Soulforge
- Formats
- Paperback, Hardcover, Kindle, Audiobook
- Audiobook
- Narrated by Zach NeSmith
- Reading order
- Present-day order, book three. See both reading orders
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Prologue
Bishop Robert Del Rey closed the massive oak door of the rectory, exhausted from the events of the day and the endless tedium of his congregation. His face was sullen, and he huffed impatiently, wiping the sweat from his liver spot marked brow. His wispy white eyebrows furrowed as he stuffed his kerchief back into his pocket. The bishop turned impatiently toward his private chambers and stormed through the ancient cathedral with a singular focus. His white and gold trimmed robes flowed behind him, revealing the traditional black vestments befitting his station as he hastened through the winding halls of the Cathedral. He stormed through the halls, sending clergy men and staff scurrying in his wake until at last coming to the wrought iron-bound door that marked his personal chambers. He paused for a moment, mentally preparing himself for what was about to unfold. It was a rare occurrence to have a private summons from the head of the church, and following the recent disaster in Portland, he saw it as an ominous omen.
With a determined sigh, he pushed through the ironclad door and entered his suite. Where the lower-ranking priests and deacons had more traditional cells within the cathedral, the bishop’s living quarters resembled something more of a penthouse suite. The contrast between the hallowed grounds of the Cathedral and the posh luxury suite was stark, leaving the sensation as if one had stepped from the halls of a hallowed monastery directly into the decadence and sin of a Vegas casino. The suite opened into a living area large enough to house a dozen members of the lower ranks. It was accented with fine marble end tables and lush leather couches and sofas. Baubles and trinkets of gold and platinum adorned the walls and shelves.
On the far wall stood an old oak bookcase crammed full of tomes and grimoires which rose to touch the cathedral ceiling. Bishop Del Rey casually crossed his living quarters, discarding his robe and tossing it dismissively on one of the leather sofas as he rushed to a door on the far right of the suite. He pulled up short in trepidation as he stared in thought at the hallowed chamber awaiting beyond. The door loomed like a giant before him; its surface darkened as if it had been the sole survivor of a terrible flame. Carved into the blackened door was an arrangement of wards and glyphs that flared to life as he approached.
From Beyond the Mist: Dark Messiah by Reed Logan Westgate. Copyright © 2022 Reed Logan Westgate.
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