The Train That Eats Names

Jonah Rourke is a railroad man, and railroad men don’t believe in miracles.

So when his sister, Nell, disappears into a town that shouldn’t exist—one that won’t let anyone in, and won’t let anyone out, Jonah follows her anyway. Past the last streetlamp. Past the last honest mile. Onto a road that counts down like an execution and charges for every step.

On this road, you don’t pay in money.

You pay in pieces of yourself.

Because something is coming.
Something hungry.
Something that doesn’t care who you are, only what you’re willing to surrender to keep moving.

Jonah isn’t a hero. He isn’t chosen. He’s a worker with blood under his nails and grief in his mouth, chasing the only person who ever truly knew him. To reach Nell, he’ll have to cross a world built from bargains and monsters—and face the one truth he’s avoided his whole life.

The question isn’t whether he can save his sister.

It’s what he’ll have left to call her name when he does.

Salazar does it again

Jonah is yet another great character from the mind on Salazar. Common anti-hero type that does remarkable things. Hunting tale about a lost city and the price you pay to get back something or try to get out. Great read!