Jackal Among Snakes, Book 11

Upon moving into a new, ancient home, it's expected that one will find secrets. In this case, Argrave has made the world his home, and the secrets that he's finding affect far more than him alone. Even still, they prove to be unusually centered on him, his heritage, and many aspects of his life that he's only discovering deeper relevance to only now. His blood carries with it secrets that neither he nor any other have uncovered before, perhaps only because they weren't before allowed. At the same time, darker aspects of the world demand attention. Typically, the evil things come out of the abyss into their world, wreaking havoc as they please. Argrave's never enjoyed this game of bloody knuckles, but the abyss is the abyss, where no living thing has walked or seen the lands within ever before. Is there even a route forward?