Old Duck

Book 6.They called it orientation.He remembers it as the room with straps.Chungho once prayed like a human being. Then the Autarchy put him under their light-broke his back rewired his faith and left him with wings. Now he hunts the doctors and architects who turned prayer into a weapon and called it progress.In a rain-rotted city built on obedience his revenge becomes something stranger: a descent into the ruins of his own soul. Each name he crosses off brings him closer to the truth behind Protocol: Gospel-and to the monstrous grace rising inside him.But the more he kills the more the wings wake. And in their shadow he must face a question no machine or messiah can answer: can a man still deliver us from evil when he's the one delivering it?Dark lyrical and unflinching Old Duck is a modern myth of faith mutilated by science-part noir thriller part spiritual horror part prayer whispered through broken glass.